I stand waiting,
For him.
For him to arrive,
For him to touch me.
I wait,
For him to fuck me,
Like I want to be.
Touched and Fucked.
I still wait,
For him to cum inside me.
I wait still,
For his breath and smell.
I wait,
Even when I doubt.
That he is a man,
I can afford.
As I yearn,
Sometimes painfully so,
I stand waiting.
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