That little hill of flesh--
One bone jutting from the side,
Tempting me, taunting me--
Just makes me shiver.

I can't count the ribs,
But there they are,
Peeking at me from the shadows.
My fingers ache to touch...

I don't understand
How skin without curves
Can be so enticing,
But how am I to resist?

Face curtained by ebony hair,
Neck adorned with simple chains
And simple charms,
He's too beautiful for words.

So here I am,
Filled with lust
For a boy that only exists
In pictures and on stage.

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The above poem was based on a picture of one of the members of the J-Rock band Nightmare. I have no idea what his name is, but he's gorgeous.