Controlled Space
Floating sounds in perfect pitch
Your words, they make me lust.
Secret thoughts I often conjure,
I try to calm my greed.
I want to taste your ecstasy
And hold it on my tongue.
Your presence is engulfing me,
My body is going numb.
But in a room of plenty,
I imagine we’re alone.
No distractions to disturb you,
Just our bodies intertwined.
But in the sad reality,
You stand with manly grit.
I watch you in your controlled space,
And we listen to you teach.
But when our hour is over,
And I’m forced to part ways.
I do not stop to wallow,
Because tomorrow awaits.
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