He knew that I loved him,
that I wanted to be inside of him,
tasting his flavorsome fascinations,
controlling him with my masculine touch,
his chest so warm and hard,
his arms so gorgeously detailed,
amazing tattoos filled with various truths.
He knew that I was infatuated
with his lustrous creation,
aching to flow inside his nakedness,
to shoulder him into the springtime
of loving scenes, bring excitement
into his life, rub his voluptuous ***,
******* him until he leaked everywhere.