D

oes my desire
to enfold you
between my thighs
stem from lust
or fear?

Do I lust your
heaviness on me
or I do I fear
the loss of
known techniques?

Both.

I'd be a fool to
plunge ahead,
believing nothing
will be different
except the degree
of sweat.

You will be changed.
Revalued by the
starkness of your
choice.
Dismissing the fluff
and unimportant from
your life,
focusing on that which gives beauty, peace
and meaning.

You will be changed,
diminished in your eyes
by the loss of your
manhood.
Fearful of a first encounter
that can only be painful
to your ego
and disappointing
at its best

I am afraid for you
and of you.
I am afraid I will be
fluff, dismissed
and too painful
to consort with,
reminding you of
your loss
rather than your gain.
Our gain.