Privileged little f*cker,

Gets everything he wants,

Has everything he needs.

Privileged little f*cker,

Complains about life,

Dissatisfied and grumpy,

Lustful and tenacious.

Privileged little f*cker,

Contemplates stuff to do,

Gets everything he wants,

Has everything he needs.

Privileged little f*cker,

Distraught and weary,

Energetic and vibrant,

Distraught and weary.

Privileged little f*cker,

Scared and disillusioned,

Waiting to get off the bandwagon,

Emotions and people,

Emotions and darkness,

Emotions and emptiness.

Privileged little f*cker,

Alive and kicking,

Restless and raucous,

Vibrancy in his bones,

Lulls in his brains,

Vibrancy in his bones.

Privileged little f*cker,

Too good for his own shoes,

Not one to want to get involved in others’ –

Dusty shoes,

Shoeshiner’s luck.

Privileged little f*cker,

F*ck this, f*ck that,

Done all that, yes siree,

Creepy conversations, creepier smiles,

Drama magnet, inner turmoil.

Privileged little f*cker,

Privileged as they come,

Not so little anymore,

Gets on by –

A scrape here, a tear there,

Oh, look, candy!

Gets on by.

 

 

 

To get a Tetanus shot or not,

To eat that next cookie or not,

To give a fuck or not,

To watch one more video or not,

To make an effort or not,

To force yourself or not,

To try to be funny or not,

To trust or not.

 

I want to know how you’d touch me,

I want to know you’d feel me,

I want to know how your breath would feel on my face, when you’re caught between two worlds, waiting to make a move, almost done fighting the urge

I want to know how your hands would feel me, as you’d brush your lips against mine, a fiery tension and a Godly gratification embracing each other

I want to feel the life surging through your veins, as you’d take me with your all-indulging desire

I want to feel your flesh tingling, as my hands make their way through you, igniting centres, previously unfathomable

I want to feel your ever-slight tremble, as I let myself touch you, the mere grazing of skin enough to make breathing just not so easy

I want to hear your fading moan echo in my ears, as we let ourselves into uncharted terrains, all the suppressed unquiet unfurling

I want to know if you want me the way I want you.