Hopeless good luck

 

Our nerves entwined; you pull away to go.

You do this, you make me stretch on my toes.

These strings are strong till we both invest.

So, I moan on your undies lest you lose interest.

 

Edges of your heart I cannot touch like your hips.

Or if you allow me a moment and let me use my lips.

I need to know if it too feels round and plump.

Your tongue got me hard, now your intents give me lump.

 

My heart stops. Then it threatens to explode.

You don’t say a word, but you pull up your skirt.

I hide your panties under bedsheet, just in case

I need them to fall asleep in gloomy days.

 

Wiping your face, putting on moisturizer,

you don’t want to know, but I’m not a womanizer.

If you can’t be mine, I won’t be fine, but wish me good luck

that I find myself some love.

 

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