teeth scrape skin
he moans beneath me
his hands tangled in my hair
am i really that good?
when his body moves against mine
i only want more of him
i want all of him
and it scares me sometimes
it scares me
how much i want him
it scares me
how i want him inside of me
i want him closer, closer
and closer still
isn't that scary?
isn't it scary to want someone?
isn't it scary to think you could be wanted, too?
YOU ARE READING
the prospect of death enraptured him/corey's poetry anthology
Poetrythe realities of my life as a trans man from dysphoria to mental illness to sexuality, these poems cover a lot of heavy topics that are all very close to the heart. hopefully you'll find something to help you feel less alone in this lonely world.
