life comes full circle i think
as i return to watch women
make love to each other for
the first time in years i
remember when i was
fifteen curious about
kissing i couldn’t stand to
watch the men whip out
their thing two minutes into
foreplay like goddamn
spend some more time on
her chest or something and
don’t do that thing down
there i’m scared all the
vicarious pleasure i’d been
receiving would rush out of
me immediately afraid i’d
never be able to fit anything
like some of my bold
classmates who moved too
fast and too fearlessly over
time my tastes have
changed and grown
transitioning like seasons of
porn a time-lapse of skies
moving behind my bed as i
lay down manifesting some
head how did i find myself
here again life comes full
circle i think these women
on my screen are taking
their time today and even
though by now
my body has been
loved and explored
turns out i’m never
quite bored of
enjoying me some
sweet female
foreplay
