The aftertaste of a luscious meal.
Bittersweet on his tongue.
Delicate sensations easily broken.
My eyes close as if to flinch.
The tiger hunts its prey.
His stomach growls hunger pains.
Like a beggar with a fortune.
Lingering on the street.
On the prowl for something new.
Slinking with soft footsteps.
He wakes up in his bed.
Feeling the warmth of his lovers kiss.
Weightless he soars into the sky.
His rose flies directly over
Straight to her heart.
His mind wanders into art.
Music orgasmic to the ears.
But it is not enough.
She wants more.
And he cannot be around.
He did everything for her.
Finally he was able to be pure.
But now you don't return my feelings?
Perhaps the thing you want isn't me.
Maybe it was my yesterday.
The nice guy always finishes last.
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