He Touched You

His hand wrapped around the waist
the smooth caress was all his
your eyes locked in expression

As if there was an unspoken consent
that he could explore your body even more
consumed in his embrace

Massaged your cheeks as your hips were joined he whispered softly
and you purred in his grasp and smiled

Call me perverted, voyeuristic a freak
taking his hand
me foolishly looking

For any sign that you acknowledged my presence
no you are lost in the moment

Triggered jealously in wanting to be him?
no it may be a form
but the reality

Is I didn't want to be him
no rather me engaging you besides I am not your significant other

No pledge taken no exchange of commitment
past the age of consent
free to do as you wish

For I haven't had the pleasure of even a full kiss or moment uninterrupted save a trip to the hospital

I should reconcile the way things are with they way I would like them to be

In my naivety I had a faulty premise that what we did was unique
that the hand on my manhood was reserved for me

The words shared expressed sentiment restricted to we two
my folly and limits of erroneous logic

Yet realizing that if any value put on the attempts at poetry
or if the time spent
in solo creamed explosion

Then I can say it wasn't all in vain