Black jeans, skin tight,
Are wrapped around your legs.
Oh how they show off your figure.
And how it makes me want you
In every way.
Your body is hard, like stone,
But your skin is soft and smooth.
I touch and feel those hips of yours,
and I'm gasping,
Do you want me too?
Your arms are sleek and fast,
Your fists, so strong, break bones.
The shadows define your muscle,
And they make it so hard,
For me to say no.
Black hair, long and straight,
Accents your chizzled face.
Your eyes are pure seduction,
And oh that dark, dark smirk,
Makes me taste my fate.
_
'10
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 8:08 AM UTC
Black jeans, skin tight,
Are wrapped around your legs.
Oh how they show off your figure.
And how it makes me want you
In every way.
Your body is hard, like stone,
But your skin is soft and smooth.
I touch and feel those hips of yours,
and I'm gasping,
Do you want me too?
Your arms are sleek and fast,
Your fists, so strong, break bones.
The shadows define your muscle,
And they make it so hard,
For me to say no.
Black hair, long and straight,
Accents your chizzled face.
Your eyes are pure seduction,
And oh that dark, dark smirk,
Makes me taste my fate.
_
'10
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