Hands,sanitised of your touch
Body,exhausted from your clutch
Mind,ridden of so much
Self,mobilised with a crutch
Identity,painted by your voice
Dreams,there without a choice
Hobbies,aligned and with poise
Life,hidden by the noise
If this is what means to be boys
I will always need some hoist
Because when a woman is truly loved
A man will rise for all and above
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marissa (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2026 15:26
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Comments2
A poem that distinguishes between sexual desire and love for indeed with love one will raise and do all for sex it is only the moment. Well said
Missed writing and missed your comments,thank you again.
You are most welcome and welcome back
Life,hidden by the noise
If this is what means to be boys
I will always need some hoist
For me that's the heart and soul of the poem.
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