Boys

From Saturday, February 27, 2010

I love boys.
I can't get enough of boys.
I am addicted to boys.
I am under their spells
and under their thumbs.
Is that so wrong?
I don't discriminate
when it comes to boys.
I love boys.
Boys whose hair I can grab
in fistfuls.
Boys with none to pull on.
Boys covered in tattoos.
Boys with no tattoos.
Tall and skinny boys.
Tall and stocky boys.
Boys with piercings.
Boys with goatees.
Ones with bright blue eyes,
ones with dark brown eyes.
Boys that drive big loud trucks.
Ones that shoot guns,
ones that flash dimples.
Boys that love me,
boy that hurt me.
I love boys.
Ones that treat me right,
ones that break my heart.
Boys to spend the night with,
boys to kick out of my bed.
Ones that make me scream in pain,
ones that make me scream in pleasure
and ones that can do both.
Oh, how I love boys.
Boys that ride motorcycles.
Younger ones, older ones,
ones close to my age.
Boys that fuck me,
boys that make love to me.
The ones that exist
only in my imagination,
the ones that I see
almost every day.
Boy friends, boy lovers.
What difference does it make?
They are all still my boys.
Even if I can never
call some of them mine.
Whether I've cried over them
or under them, I love boys.
Whether they've used their weapon
for my destruction or my pleasure,
I can't stop loving them.
I love boys with my heart
or I love boys with my cunt.
I let them decide which it is
they want to accept.
I love boys even when
they don't love me back.
Boys I've known for years,
boys I have yet to meet.
I love them even when
I say I hate them.
Boys with a twinkle in their eye,
boys with a sinister one.
Ones that make me cum,
ones I will not allow
between my legs.
God, I love boys.