Quiver
By Peter Scott
Just touch me once with feeling in your hand not a hesitation nor a rebuttal loving reassurance no need for remorse it is obvious you aren't attracted to me everything comes from my hand adopted once in awhile discarded secretly God bestowed me this body slightly short slightly lean slightly beautiful but not enough try as I may muscle mass won't protrude noticeably ectomorphic they say excess estrogen some claim excuses are available yet try depleting your precious time exert regular control wincing pain on a consistent basis never once being told the work matters for lifting those weights while any jock with discipline enough to occasionally partake in chic endeavors are praised lauded for bulky mass extreme definition make it look so easy'not for me reading working sweat dripping from the brow it is true there compares minutiae beyond that they are stronger larger able to lift more talked about by people like you I can't help what I am not sorrow simply reigns knowing nobody cares about this body I hold you I love you cause a streak of sexiness all deserving take a moment to ponder alas maybe I want the same thing? Refrain from neutral allowing my love to take all the action I'd rather give than receive yet by the lonesome a quiet despair hovers calling out the truth give me the gift of sexiness if there is any lust for my body show me this isn't a mandate simply an observation it bothers me at times but mostly resides in short dreams lasting not a second.
