For too long, I've hungered for it
That sense of accomplishment
The feel of the unknown I still await
Only found locked in my own wild imagination

To not hang my head, or hide
Not be timid like a mouse
That sense of purpose we all exist for
That feeling of confidence I suffer badly within

I've waited, and stood hidden in plain sight
To search for that single person
Someone special who would offer me what I need
An understanding of what I dearly desire

I'm not perfect, or handsome as others I see
Staring at the loving couples
Through my tears of a sad clown
Wishing I was alike them, as they pass by

It's not through my own choices
That I still await for it to eventually happen
But in hope for that someone
Accepts me for who I am

I don't care if it's just for one night
Or even more, I still hope and dream
To feel that sensation build up within
To eventually release it all for that person alone

To taste, to lick, to pleasure another soul
To feel her lips upon my own sexual awakening
To watch her writhe, as she rides me up above
To feel the warmth of being inside her

To fuck her soft, then hard, many times
To hear groans slip from her ruby lips
To hear those right words
Whispered into my ears alone

To be accepted for how I look
To be allowed to touch another body
With these strange hands, God gave me
Hidden in fear of words that bring tears

So I hang my head in shame
A deep yearning to share my very first time
With a woman full of compassion and understanding
As I sit and wait for that someone to finally come along

A rather personal poem which I was unsure of posting but words of encouragement made me decide to post it up and share with others.