The Cold Spot
you have to understand
I’m not the kind of guy
who has any intuitive sense
I never get feelings about a space
about a person
I never pick up on vibes
even suggestions go over my head
eye-contact is pointless
not that I don’t see the contact
but it doesn’t say anything more
than someone is looking me
not that they are looking for me
not that they are interested
I need direct contact not intimation
I’m not insensitive
to the emotions of others
mind you
but when it comes to interest in me
I’m oblivious
so when I felt your energy
from just looking at a photograph
I was a little taken aback
then when we met
that feeling was intensified
then when we got naked
I was overwhelmed
until I found your cold spot
your body was warm
your tongue was hot
but your cock was cold
sure it was hard
but it felt like ice in my hands
I couldn’t bear to touch it
to have it touch me
it felt fine as long as
it was kept in your underwear
when you told me
that I wasn’t the only one
who was repulsed by your naked cock
I was sort of relieved
I wasn’t repulsed though
because it was a good cock
uncut thick long enough
but cold
turns out you had a lover
one who died
then his spirit nestled into
the comfort of your balls
to haunt your cock
a spirit that only appeared
when you were naked with anyone
it was a cold
that no amount of lust could thaw
the longer I held it
the more the cold moved into me
it became a barrier
neither of us could over come
or come over
so we parted
reluctantly
and now
I am haunted by the memory
of your haunted cock
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