Lying on the bed
exactly like the magazine
I stole when I was a boy
my fantasy, my boyhood dream.
Your perfume
only adds another a layer
beautiful you
I get to make love
to you, truly
I couldn’t have asked
for anyone, but you,
you turn me on.
Putting on eye-liner
and lipstick
you kiss the mirror
a one in a million
all I want is you.
She kisses the room.
Heavy on my shoulders
I prop myself up
looking squarely down
watching as I enter you
eyes lock on the picture
I once saw in a magazine.
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