i have a decision to make
drift off into this slumber
that i so desperately need
or bet on black
and hope for the possibility
of the end of futility
silly, i know
there was invite
and i who am i to turn down
a blunt, conversationalist
could be fate
or, as is most likely the case
me yearning for physicality
and not wanting to masturbate
black it is
i'll take the risk
so twenty miles and two cities later
i'm in unfamiliar territory
not sure where the night is going to take me
and there she was
a prototype for me if there was ever such a thing
haven't been here twenty minutes
and i'm thinking whether i want to be a gentleman
or if i want to be carnal
i bounce back and forth between the two
one overriding the other at any given point in time
and then it happened
an upward spiral
a dark room
came together like good chemistry
sweat
wet
damn
thrust
caught up in the lust
fuck it
it's been too long
merely because i don't settle
its over, and i'm in the birthday suit
discussing life
zipless, just how i like it
