Poem: Ode to Kobi

Yesterday I pretended I was you,
Black hair flashing lithe body long.
I pretended I knew it all and I
would give nothing away
but my cock.

I liked the outfit I wore as you.
The ease of your supple shirt
as it fell smooth against my narrow chest
and held me in.

I have been told that I should know who I am by now.
But it felt fun to put you on, to pull you over,
to hold what was big a little while.

But as the day wore on
I got tired of the mood,
got bored of the laziness
required to stay aloof,
to hold the distance,
to be on top.