if i had it my way,
i would twist the water.i'd make a tornado,
spiraling it up and up.when i'd have enough, i'd let the whole thing go,
And watch it slap onto the surface of the sea.it would ripple,
disturbing the once calming effect.i'd twist the water to match the thing i feel every time i see him with you.
YOU ARE READING
confused? [lgbt poetry]
PoetryA collection of poems written from the sexually frustrated.