You are like a wet dream,
Baby.
Supple and grotesque, you writhe
Your way between my legs, over mountains of
Tender chicken *******
“Slimy slimy slimy”
You said. I chuckled
Thinking of your skin clinging to mine like
A wet t-shirt because
No matter how hard I try to pinch you off
You spring right back, hands
Pressed against my chest.
We were as innocent as a young boy
Reaching into his pants, discovering what it is
To be touched for the first time, what it is to
Dance on the edge of the mountain.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
You are like a wet dream,
Baby.
Supple and grotesque, you writhe
Your way between my legs, over mountains of
Tender chicken *******
“Slimy slimy slimy”
You said. I chuckled
Thinking of your skin clinging to mine like
A wet t-shirt because
No matter how hard I try to pinch you off
You spring right back, hands
Pressed against my chest.
We were as innocent as a young boy
Reaching into his pants, discovering what it is
To be touched for the first time, what it is to
Dance on the edge of the mountain.