flaccid

He holds thighs

he tumbles them on his bed in the night

he pulls you closer and wonders if you will 

cum before him

he hopes so…but then he sleeps and wonders the streets flaccid and limp waiting to get his next drink.

he fell asleep right in the middle of the ecstasy.

Not his first or his last.

Not his fault.

But his touch you would welcome again.  Image

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