Sublime Abstinence

The memory of multiple eruptions coming from the peak of his tower

haunt my world, and I surrender to the sweet punishment

inflicted by his hands...

Let me divulge to the world how I love to watch

his manly substance

melt slowly

down his shaft like Elmer's school glue,

but with a faint bleach smell.

I marvel at the sight of it flowing into his palms.

I anticipate it entering and sliding through the spaces

between his fingers

Resulting in lubricated pistons that power and

exhaust themselves until atole blanco

runs further down

only to come to rest on the side of his pelvis.

With my celibacy intact, I watched his manual overdrive—four illustrious and beautiful times. I’m thirty-seven and he’s twenty-five—simply, arithmetic’s to me.