Compulsion

Inspired by a night in a hotel room with a good, good friend...

I want on you
why don't you want on me?
my compulsions threw me at you
it wasnt my fault
you stood there in your underwear
so cute, so innocent, so harmless
your boxers hung like curtains around your waist
flappy in the air, hugging to your deriare
your compulsion
used to pockets
pulled down at your side
and exposed that part of your body there
where the ripples of your waist
began a trail
to places we shouldn't think about now
but we do...
you smiled at me
we are friends
we are men
you and I
nothing more
but just friends?
just men?
nothing else?
what a bore.