I guess she loves me for what I am
and for what i could be
and when i am with her
I am almost always happy
but then I think about those
who have walked the path be for me
how am i the one she chose
what if she tells me in bed I am boring

Masculinity unfortunately
is tied so closely to sex
It isn't the holding and poetry
It's how well I please her breasts
I know I don't got the biggest
she says there is such a things as too big
I want to be number one; the best
I'm number three instead

But She tells me that she loves me
and she hasn't said that in so long
In spite of all my insecurities
in spite of all of my flaws

So i strive to be better
and to not be so bitter about the past
I don't want the sex to get mundane
I don't want to come too fast

and as she shivers once
I think that's not enough she probably want more
But I feel so useless
i don't want to be thrown out her door

The last one that left complained
two times isn't as much as three
And i've never been the best in my life
at anything
So I'm striving trying to out pace the ghosts
while trying not to meet their demise
cause while I love ****ing her
I do it because of the way i get lost in her eyes.

damn I love guy poems
nice write...
and yes there is such a thing as too big

cool

A very sensitive write.