My lean, lanky body against a big muscular build. It gives me a high like drugs. It's just a "bro" hug. But it's more than that to me. It's a rush of dopamine through my brain. Creating connections and pathways that buzz like a hummingbird. I feel a stirring within. I get attached. I can't get away from the feeling. I crave the rush. I want more. I want to kiss, caress, embrace. I want to hold him forever and tell him I love him. I want him to tell me I'm his. But it will never be anything more than a "bro hug."
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Story of me
PoetryA collection of autobiographical poems and vignettes that explore themes of self-identification, physical and emotional maturation, and sexuality.
