Confession III

My basement neighbors are these 2 extraordinarily tall, dark, and handsome basketball players.

And I’ve met them before

And everytime something about their height tranquilizes my abilities.

As if height has this magical power to override my stability.

But, unfortunately for me, I’ve also met their girlfriends.

Who are equally as beautiful as the boys.

And despite my bedroom being above them, I’m only left to imagine actually being in a bed with them.

They don’t know it but I can hear them fucking beneath me.

And they don’t know it but this just became a three-way.

I usually get upset when the noises of other people’s dwelling come into my space, but the sound of their moans are welcome anyday.

At any hour.

I’ll wake up and get off too.

My little secret basement boos