Anonymous

Someone might be hugging you,

In this Winter,

Your bodies might be nude and rude,

To create heat of lust,

The bedsheet covers might be trying,

To see your performance,

To feel wild moaning,

In and Out,

Someone might be making circles around your navel,

To tease your hormones,

To open your lips,

To feel a sense of satisfaction,

Here I am,

Scorching heat to reach between legs,

Living like a man with no desires,

Faking my wishes,

Famously known as anonymous.