Here We Go Again…

Excuse me. Pardon me.
Where was I? Forgive me.
I can’t seem to keep my lust in order.
Should’ve known better
than to trust myself.

I never know what to do with my hands,
so I just pocket them.

I’d like a body for once,
one that others find desirable,
or at least workable.
Wouldn’t it be nice
to feel someone
pressing down on me,
rising up with me,
molding me
into any shape that satisfies.

-r. miller