I yearn for the smell of your bare skin,
Salted sweat drips forth from mocha pores,
Touching silk of no other than human,
That feel makes the soul fly and soar.
His strength envelops my very being,
A man with power in formed structure,
He bids me to fall at his own will,
A look to feel its way and puncture.
Warm bodies clasped together in lust,
Kisses electric on lips of pure wetness,
Face to face of no apparent battle,
Not forcing but dealt of our kindness.
Entered minds and men abound forever,
I moan in hands that lay on solid pecks,
Sensual learning is always with practise,
The heavenly traits of erotic gay sex.