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There's a big ol planet floating here with seven billion folks
And somewhere in this world, I know you sit
I try not to act serious, I'm always full of jokes
But I want to bathe your body in my spit

I want to taste your skin, and to feel your every inch
But all this distance stands between our ****
I know I'm always dreaming, so I don't need a pinch
I just need an ounce of better luck

Pins and needles fill me as I think about your touch
God, I want to ******* so **** much
Dear Sir,

I want you to fill me up
With all that hot sticky ***
And let me push it all out
so you can watch
when youre all done

I love our bodies connecting as one
and especially the feeling of that skillful tongue.
youre curvature fits me so perfect
That all pain from the inches that barely fit is so worth it

And the butterflies create
their rhythmic
flying circuit in my belly
when you use your fingers on
me like that old tele

you give me a rush with every touch
and flood me down below
caught in the palm of your hand

baby,
I wouldnt want anywhere else to go
Xxxx
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
An old man asked me why I smoke.
I replied "We're all dying."
He said "You're increasing the speed."
I smiled and said "I'm trying."

We're all dying with every breath
No sense in sweating when or how
It's inevitable. You can't avoid death
So I kneel down and bow

I surrender.

I give up.

You win, Universe.

Just take me.
This was based on an actual conversation I had with an old man tonight while I was having a cigarette outside my work.
I'm outside your window
Singing to you
And I hope that you know
My words are true

A song to be sung
That may crack your sealed heart
I know we're still young
But I've known from the start
That our love was too tough to fall apart

So I sit outside your window
Throwing stones at the moon
And I'm hoping you'll know
That I need you back, soon
So I may sing my happy tune

And I'll wait forever
And ever
And even longer than that

I just need you in my life
I really need you back
My whole mind is spinning
Off the track
Feels like a heart attack

Please, let me sing my song once more
I'll be waiting right outside your door

— The End —