shakes a little.
concentration completely lost
sometimes there are subtleties. but other times there are not.
it's not okay
finding out what's okay.
knowing what's okay
feeling what the fuck is the awkward
sometimes I want to know what it's like to be female.
and then I get to watch the beats and rhythms of the ceaseless male come-on.
it's okay, you know, to dig someone.
and to say it.
but then the tools carve too deep.
and you gotta learn this one isn't yours.
there are others.
fuck, there are so many others.
and so why push so hard when you fucked up this time.
maybe the next point is yours. but geez I've still got the tension from these muscles and bones crawling up my back.