WORKAHOLICS

    Let’s not undress. Let’s wait.
    Let’s kiss in our tuxedos.
    Let’s let the fabrics highlight
    our muscles in legs and arms,
    our buttocks, trim in our pants,
    our pecs, shaved under our shirts.
    Let’s frolic and sweat in velvet.
    Let’s pretend our bow ties are
    an extension of our strokes.

    Let’s not undress. Let’s sweat.

    Now that the crowd is gone,
    and we’re alone at last,
    let’s explore each other’s smile.
    Our faces flushed, our muscles gripped.
    No need to shout it. No need to hurry.
    We have proof of our desire
    when we rub zipped fly against zipped fly.

    Let’s kiss as though we’d never kissed before.

    The party’s over, the lights are off,
    the cameramen are gone,
    the microphones can’t capture
    our loud moaning.
    There are no spectators.
    It’s all for our eyes only.
    And we can wait. We know.

    Let’s wait until tomorrow.

    We know because we did
    perform our duties well
    this morning when we met
    at work for the first time.
    We know how big our cocks are.
    We know our firm nipples match,
    we know our arse holes can accommodate
    because we’ve already sucked each other
    and fucked each other
    and come over each other’s chest,
    arses shot from awkward angles,
    cum shots taken from below
    and above, from the side, …
    close-ups of our shaven balls.
    It was an anodyne plot.

    Let’s not undress now.

    We saw it at first sight,
    before we took our clothes off.
    Something they never saw.
    They won’t see it tomorrow.
    We are professionals, you know.
    But when the scene is over,
    our uniforms ripped off,
    each other’s semen mixed
    with sweat and grease,
    we’ll share a kiss
    if no one’s peeking in the showers.

    Let’s sweat. Let’s kiss. Let’s wait.

    We must behave tomorrow.
    And we’ll not need a fluffer,
    that’s for sure.
    Whatever happens now,
    we know that we’ll perform.
    And we’ll pretend that we pretend
    when we appear lustful on the set.
    Let’s not undress. Let’s wait.


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