Song of my Richie Rich Hart

You bring me to climax without a single touch, You make my body wither by the sheer sound of your voice, A disembodiment of mind and soul, Dreams of holding tightly and rolling steadily on a California beach, Thoughts of pleasure pumped and joy jumped that happened on a Boston road, Unescaped breaths stuck and locked behind the esophagus, Weakened knees bended and buckled from our locking of eyes, Two different paths, Two unknown places, Two familiar mug shots, Two people intertwined into one impossible decision, One person that must choose the path, the place, and the mug, The people don’t matter, The decision doesn’t matter, For the decision will remain undecided, Two people from whom I cannot choose, Therefore I am forced to toughen up in order to forget the desires I have for them both.