Bikini'd beauties bouncing butts and ******* for beleaguered, broke brained, ***** boys buoyed by brick bones bent badly.
But it doesn't matter how little is left to dream.
It's not the skin or curves that demand desire,
It's seeing what you don't show to everyone.
There's nothing special about your *******
It's that you don't want everyone to see them.
That's the source of real lust, the intimacy
The gift demanded and given.
And we all know it.