ANGEL CUM

The only thing i wanna do more than fuck you
Is watch you masturbate alone in your bedroom
Cos for some strange reason i have this delusion
That the image of a boy jacking off in solitude

Is the clearest window to the purest part of his soul
And if i like him hard enough i get convinced that he’s special
And that he must touch himself just like an angel
Fresh out of the shower wet eyes that sparkle

Clean body glistenining representative
Of the sacred insides deserving to be worshiped
I just want my face pressed against your chest
Where i can wait to catch the very first drop of sweat

But im convinced that if i could watch
The way that you breathe when you jack off
Without even a single passing thought
About my eyes fixated on your cock

That i’d maybe find some sort of enlightenment
Bearing witness to your somnolent sacrament
Your unfazed libidinal fulfillment
Elevating my consciousness

I wouldn't ever need to touch anything else
I could die in that moment and go straight to hell
The videos in my brain just for myself
I would treasure far more than my own health

At night i would pray to your hormones
Grateful for what they had bestowed
Candlelight vigils in honor of your eros
For making my life meaningful