man in the fridge

i love to cry

while i am inside your cave.

i love to get hard

and eventually get soft.

i can not be long forever

impotence is inevitable.

if i could get my head in your throat

then i can make the world fly.

but there is nothing agonizing

than being kept in dark place

where i am covered.

unlike the fingers and eyes, who are exposed

and i can not be used in anything

but to take a piss

and make a grand entrance in a cave

and an exit of weakness.

i can only be touched by master

and the partner of my master

which somehow makes me dizzy

i can not recognize who’s the partner of my master.

sex- as they call it…

and i call it job.

lust for some…

procreation for me.

love on the line,

and my banging head inside the cave of endless muscles.

can never be free from two balls

hanging at the edge of my every action.

as my master screams for his mighty orgasm

i am left in tears of sperm…

with only two fate on the edge,

will you be a baby, or another stain on the bedsheet?

-mau

malaya!

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