XV.
He leans against the bar,
drowns out all the love songs in the world,
it’s only short, hard beats for him now.
Messy kisses, fingers digging into flesh, zippers hiss,
Sweat, beer, body wash, and musk,
Warmth, brief joy found in a stranger’s arms,
Before he fades back into the faceless crowd.
XVI.
Hidden behind a thin veil of gold,
Revealed through a light tug,
Lies a true sight to behold,
Better than any drug.
Dark brown, liquidly filled,
Caught in one satisfying bite,
glor