Crank (Crank 1)

not touching you at all.

So he looks you

in the eye, trying

to measure you,

find a hint of reaction.

And he says,

Tell me how you feel.

So you can’t stand

it one more second,

and you close your eyes,

daring him to kiss you.

So he does, and it’s

electric, high voltage,

stun-gun strength desire

jolting sinew and bone.

And he asks,

How ’bout another line?

If a Little’s Good

More must be great, right?

Well, sometimes.

That time!

It didn’t burn as bad,

nasal self-defense,

I guess.

And it launched me

to a place, very

near the gates

of heaven.

Adam took my hand,

led me the rest