A straight friend 2

We sit in your loft We laughed over beer The tv is on But each other's thoughs we quietly hear, I'm in a hoodie and sweats Converse shoes over by the door U are wearing that fitted black beater, And those basketball shorts pronouncing your manhood More after more. The atmosphere becomes hot As u scoot down on the couch and man spread I'm sitting on the to your right But my spirit is soaring and every promise I made is dead Your masculinity Your delectable physic Hair cut Dark skinned And every bit of 6'3. My mediocre self Next to this patiently sculpted king Makes me forget where my soul lives And almost how to breathe. Then u looks at me With those hazel doe like eyes I meet your gaze and hope to marry it U smile and rub your thighs. I look and feel a frog grow in my throat As I see life pulsating between your legs, U grab me and push my lips to meet your massive tip, Suddenly I shake awake...laying lonely in my own bed.