Fingers that clutched at hardened shafts
Fingers that clutched at hardened shafts
Tongues that never rested
Pools of cum and sweat were merely
Building blocks for our adventure into the unknown.
Bath house memories
Explaining the hidden value of what kind of trouble we can get into tonight
Watching as your little boy begged at the feet of young gods
While you observe from the blood red satin curtains
Eagerly stroking yourself in the safety of shadows.
Moonlit bodies standing posed by penthouse windows
Smoking a post-coital cigarette
Observing the stars
Painting a new one that only we knew how to navigate.
To shed a single tear of joy.
Hands that grabbed onto stiff objects
Mouths that were always moving
Lakes of bodily fluids were just
Foundations for our journey into the unknown.
Memories from the bathhouse
Describing the secret worth of the trouble we can find tonight
Seeing your young boy plead at the feet of youthful deities
While you watch from behind the crimson satin curtains
Eagerly touching yourself in the safety of darkness.
Bodies illuminated by moonlight, posed by high-rise windows
Smoking a cigarette after sex
Looking at the stars
Creating a new one that only we knew how to find.
To let out a single tear of happiness.