Trust

Life is a game my dear
Where trust is what one fears
For it will take to you to heights
May be as far as 3600m high
Only to insult and crash
Like a plane engine trashed
At midnight under stars
Jealous of your falling star
For no reason other than you fell
And they believe themselves stuck
But one thinks and hopes the grass
Always greener on the other side.

Eros

I feel you.
The scent of male,
The flexing muscles,
The hardness against me.
I want you.
Pressed against me,
Arms around me,
Face at the crook of my neck.
I need you.
It may seem like lust,
And so it is but
There's so much more.
You feel me.
You want me.
You need me.
We're just begging for more.