Sheets

I lay in a wet spot on my sheets
like a gun without a bullet in the chamber
useless; unable to perform my feats
curling up alone, dying to sleep.

the consistent emptiness until I get my fix
the release makes me feel ecstasy
elation flys in my brain and enters the mix
and makes me want to reach out.

Reach for the heavens and yell
but after, I feel alone again.
Orgasm to Orgasm; between the sheets.

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