The Inferior Complexities Of Being A Front Spoon
By Sooz006
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The Inferior Complexities of Being a Front Spoon
I’m a front Spoon
But I desperately want
To be a back spoon
I want to be a care giver
Not a care taker
I want my chest hair to tickle his back
To feel my biceps
Band around him
While I hold him to me
Safe
I want to be the one to
Place my hand
Between his legs
And touch him
Or to bud his nipples
With my calloused palm
But I’ve never done a hard day’s work
In my life
My hands are small and too soft
To ever be able
To form protective fists
And keep him safe
From prejudice and life
My spine curves at just the right angle
To wrap like a C in his body
It isn’t long enough
To stretch
All the way around him
My knees
And groin
And belly
Would never reach
To cushion his buttocks
And thighs
The way he does mine
I want my cock
To fit between his legs
To cradle him in my love
I want him to lean
Into me
And on me
To know that I’m strong
As strong as him
Equal
I want him to need me
As much
As I need him
I want to be a back spoon
So that
He never
Has to be
Frightened again
I want to be a back spoon
To know
That I, too, am a man
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Comments
Powerful stuff Sooz!
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Sorry Sooz, that's just the
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Ahh now you've said that
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Lovely, original concept, to
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Damn, Sooz. what an amazing
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