Little Brown Heart of Mine

In my room, cold and wet

I find myself thinking of you.

Thinking to myself after my second

orgasm .

How the perversities that satisfy-ied

me will be the ones you'll be doing

With others.

How my feet turn cold and my heart begins to protest.

Thinking to myself how that could be...

My heart in its jealous rage, not wanting to let you go...

But my half-filled heart is in protest

because its given so much to you.

Given so that this little queer brown heart of mine

wants to beat to your desires.