I’m never hard by the time they reach for my cock

and they think it’s their fault

In the past that had been my only trouble in life

now, however, I have others too

I want to experience a non-linear buffet sort of sex

or to recalibrate the whole blueprint

I want to anoint them with orgasms

but my mind is distracted non-specifically 

I’m imagining towers with spires and castles

with town squares for the houses of peasants 

They cup my balls and I inhale

my own savory smell from their palm

Are we going to the movies?

There’s a stable with horses on fat crooked legs

Are we getting buttered popcorn?

They have angry red eyes and are urinating rivers

I’m not entirely aroused so I astral project 

into a recent memory of amateur twitter porn

I rub the back of my hand against the softest part of them

as if this is the entire coital act

I need you to understand that:

I’m as frustrated as you are

I need you to know that:

these goddamn pills have side-effects