You see me,

pressed into the wall,

and dust off my cobwebs.

I am starving

and you feed me.

You moisten my dry lips,

and soothe my parched tongue.

Touches awaken sleeping nipples, 

fanning the hidden flames within.

Your body fills my empty spaces,

squeezing out loneliness.

Your searing cock melts

the ice between my legs.

I find my voice,

screaming with my longing fulfilled.

I hit Publish

and close my laptop.

Reality chases fantasy,

back into hiding.

I cum from my mental fuck 

and I wake up back in my corner.

Starving

I feel for the homeless man

who sleeps on the cold concrete,

outside the fancy store,

with the luxurious bed

a mere foot away

on display in the window.

Just as I watch you all,

coupled around me. 

Your fingers interlock,

hands hold,

and palms sweat,

as my left-hand comforts my right.

Starving