Reach for me young handsome man
I'll be glad to lend a hand
But not because you're kind and sure
But rather because you are more than obscure
Yes, I'm gay
I know it's wrong to say
But listen to me,
You make me shout with glee
Your eyes sparkle of the moon's midnight glare
Your body's more than just bare
Your muscles ripple more than water
And it comforts me knowing you can slaughter
So please reach out
Don't make me doubt nor shout
I love you
As you should me, otherwise, I shall be blue
Ugh, I'll be honest and admit that this is a horrible poem. I had too much of a difficult time thinking today.
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