I'm straight and I wrote this poem for a friend when I was sixteen.

[Ladies nd gentlemen i intend no pun here nor do i say this out of any fear]I love you from the bottom of my heartI really love the way you fartOn the bed we used to dance and rollalmost as if the other was a poleNaked,we always used to tear to bareoblivious of everything,only of the other's company awareThe 'Rub in the Tub' was something very specialThe way on the ass we used to apply the facialI know now thinking of all this does make us feel sickbut i still love the way your sperms used to stickI love the way you used to quench my thirstbut now all dat apparatus just lies to rusti've lost all means to find any peacesince the days i left feeling your testes.When i remember the days we used to share the bedit makes my face go beetroot redI wanna be with you again lip to lipand then ultimately go sip-sip-sipyeah man, i wanna feel those full and soft lipsthe way we learnt from da hotty bipsIts beyond me why people like Shakira's hipsas against your sexy hairy onesit does give me the pipsso what if we got no tits nor pitswe'll show the world you don't need any of dat for hitsMy body yearns to be again by you bitwithout you i feel like an incomplete jobless git.your saliva continues to tickle my tongueyour breath still can be felt down my lungoooh..these days are horrible when you gimme a breakwhen dreaming about you i just hate to wakei'm sure each other's cocks we will soon rakeoh but in those days it used to be a piece of cake.man please please come back to Mumbai soonor else i'm gonna continue to swoon.