The things I wish to do
With him, to him,
I shall start:
****** him with my words, gaze,
My physique,
Bursting with desire, love,
Aching for his embrace –
Not unlike that of a hesitant boy,
Yet I sensed a dormant
Longing in him too –
awakened by the
electric caress of lips against
lips, cheek, neck…
pulling him down,
pressed as close as the growing hunger within me
we slowly begin.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 8:09 AM UTC
The things I wish to do
With him, to him,
I shall start:
****** him with my words, gaze,
My physique,
Bursting with desire, love,
Aching for his embrace –
Not unlike that of a hesitant boy,
Yet I sensed a dormant
Longing in him too –
awakened by the
electric caress of lips against
lips, cheek, neck…
pulling him down,
pressed as close as the growing hunger within me
we slowly begin.
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