This is Not a poem about you.
In fact, this poem is about me
Me and my \"golden\" locks
My naive yet observant behavior
My wonderful yet horrible contradictions
This is Not a poem about you.
Why, this poem is about a certain voice
How I felt the first time it said my name
My longing to hear it more often
The way it makes me melt when I hear it
This is Not a poem about you.
However, this poem is about a feeling
The feeling of my cold hands
How they feel against such a warm spot
A confusing feeling of ejaculation
This is Not a poem about you.
Indeed, this poem is about dreams
My dreams of Not being apart
How we\'d be entangled in sheets
Moans, nails, gags, secrecy, and cum
This is Not a poem about you.
Wonderfully, this poem is about sex
The desire for those dreams to come true
For our parts to connect someday
To feel the rush of another person
This is Not a poem about you.
Undeniably, this poem is about my wants
How I want to feel your skin against mine
The heat from your breath as we \"dance\"
To feel our sweat rolling, dripping, mixing
This is Not a poem about you.
Surprisingly, this poem is about problems
The way my feelings got denied
Things progressing and regressing
How different yet similar we can be
This is Not a poem about you.
Shockingly, this poem is about promises
Making stupid ones about photos
Meaningful ones about time together
Encouraging ones about writing
This is Not a poem about you.
Yet, in a sense it is.
About our relationship\'s ups and downs
The way we explore and compromise
My horrible jokes and your gentle shyness
This is Not a poem about you.
Alas, this poem is Not about me
It is Not about sex or emotions
This poem is really quite simple
This is Not Not a poem about you