Staring At the Wall

STARING AT THE WALL

As I sit here motionless; staring at the wall

I’m moved by her moans, groans;

Tones, into a seductive state of emotions

As I escalate to a erect state; my mind can’t escape

The nightly dreams of a waking state…

All I can do is wait, anticipate what I fantasize

With her, damn man, it’s killing me; all I can do is anticipate

As I sit here, alone listening to the…

Silence solid like ice; transparent to the ear

cracked by the vocal passion; of her screams in tears

of joy and ecstasy as her climax draws near

all I can do is sit here

damn I wish it was me in there

but at the wall I sit stare

imagining what I would never dare…

to take the leap of faith; cause I hesitate just in case

not the right time or the place to throw my hat into the race

for my pole position, in her place

given the situation; damn the complication

of wanting, desiring, yearning to be the one

second to none, but still coming up third

phuk it’s absurd, for my feeling s to be curbed

I must be out of my head; or mind while stuck

On stupid like chuck; what the phuk…I’m trippin

Wishin it was me instead of him mixing emotions

With flesh…maybe it’s destiny I guess

To be a friend at best…lmao…what a mess

Maybe I should give up on it all, cause

I’m lost to it all; sitting here staring at the wall...