I brought myself off against his mouth, the soft parts, how tops like to feel their hardness against something soft, or a hard stomach, the textures differ, the contrast, whereas straight guys want to see themselves as conquerors, so do gays, men find men attractive or submissive, to find your letters in my skin, like necklaces, like cum against me, the skin is amazing my organs, origami images of cut paper cranes, ask me what else you’d like for me to do, it’s so early in the morning, if you would hum a lullaby for me I’ll send you that imagery across the country, I’ll send you a personal e-mail explaining how happy I feel with the wind blooming, the stars akilter against my fingers, touching them out to you and your blindness against my sense of sight like my own handicap as I can’t describe anything to you in a way that feels soothing.