Rose baiting

Nervous Boy looking at the test

Didn’t study

Coyly whispered

“How do you make it bloom?”

I said

Cheat it like bullied high school freshmans trying to lose virginity

And maybe let him piss on that hole somebody told you

Mistakes

Every summer grandma used to make me dig up the yard

For fall roses

Patience I learned

Some things are not to be now, but the possibility

Of a future

The journey

Cultivating flesh flowers

First time I got fucked it hurt like hell

I rushed it

Which humbled and then apologized

The first time I fucked him

Should not have rushed it, funny how we begin with ourselves

Sensitivity is just lessons learned

Cultivating

Layers of trust

I started with small toy, the medium, then large

I kept pushing it

Maybe because I saw that guy in that place swallow a 12 inch dildo

And I’m competitive, said I could do that

It made my dick hard and mouth salivate

The day I became a dog, woof

cuz

didn’t like the fact there may be somebody having better sex than me

nervous boy

trying to pretend he wasn’t making the rules

so I told him to push it out

get rid of his bullshit

and Let me witness the labor

Testifying

His inner ass

his church

The temple, I want to pray and then wreck it

So let me preach

So I told him let me understand how you became so nasty

Who was your first?

How were you sexualized?

Getting the answers like flipping to the back of the geometry book

And it’s not like fucking

The opposite

Nobody is the same except pornography

Scripted

So I told him

Don’t’ be pissed cuz you don’t know you

It isn’t the key, his hand

it’s your mind

you must guide me

or I will hustle you

what are you reproducing?

Cheating his own body

Subtitling his soul

Nervous boy looking at the test

I said

you haven’t decided the lock

If it was so easy everybody would be doing it

kindergarten

give me the key

if confused

always go left

Courting the petals of rosebuds

Then you lay back and let them admire

Your beautiful trophy