I think I love you like a man.
I love your pretty face,
your lovely hair,
and all the missing bits
I’m kindly filling out for you.
The more you’re gone,
the more ideal you appear.
That soft delicious skin
hides your lack of basic skill.
I like the way you’re shy.
I like how I’m making you uneasy.
Your face is pale, yet still blushing,
those rosy cheeks afire.
I’d love to have a piece
of your dainty dark blond curls.
I cannot hold in my desire.
I fear I might force myself
onto that ****** lock.
Sometimes your ruby lips
spill silly little pebbles.
But that’s alright, my love,
you should not worry.
A boy as sweet as you
needs neither wisdom,
nor pointy sharpened wits.
We wouldn’t want to *****
that lovely mellow finger.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 4:05 PM UTC
I think I love you like a man.
I love your pretty face,
your lovely hair,
and all the missing bits
I’m kindly filling out for you.
The more you’re gone,
the more ideal you appear.
That soft delicious skin
hides your lack of basic skill.
I like the way you’re shy.
I like how I’m making you uneasy.
Your face is pale, yet still blushing,
those rosy cheeks afire.
I’d love to have a piece
of your dainty dark blond curls.
I cannot hold in my desire.
I fear I might force myself
onto that ****** lock.
Sometimes your ruby lips
spill silly little pebbles.
But that’s alright, my love,
you should not worry.
A boy as sweet as you
needs neither wisdom,
nor pointy sharpened wits.
We wouldn’t want to *****
that lovely mellow finger.
