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Light-ray kiss'd skin, taught like work boot leather in dagger smoothed cuff, shirt loosen'd. He palate licks as he squints, a primal youthful wit, daring insofar as the shoulders broad and clenched, coiled and relaxed, and restrained. His stretching hands crawl sense and twitch like legs of tarantulas beating to the sharp strings of guitar stings, yet not he be unabashedly gripped away from focus. The outstretch of his serpentine back, once filled with poisonous confidence, will unhinge jaw-dropping shoulders Fang the wheel 'til a turnout screech and heel, burning rubber as his sun-glistening hair'd arms coil back into the gears a- shift,                   shift,                                        shift. Music to his ears, of turbulent pistons pushing steam. Hot wet steel smashing inside bright loud sparking vacuums, oozing to a cough of the last thrusting. Dare not he who keenly sees. He sees said finish line, 'Tis all enough necessity fit for one with pure integrity; if should so challenger dare attest he, shine down and saddle up... This young handsome is beastly struck.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
l'homme de vigueur
Light-ray kiss'd skin, taught like work boot leather in dagger smoothed cuff, shirt loosen'd. He palate licks as he squints, a primal youthful wit, daring insofar as the shoulders broad and clenched, coiled and relaxed, and restrained. His stretching hands crawl sense and twitch like legs of tarantulas beating to the sharp strings of guitar stings, yet not he be unabashedly gripped away from focus. The outstretch of his serpentine back, once filled with poisonous confidence, will unhinge jaw-dropping shoulders Fang the wheel 'til a turnout screech and heel, burning rubber as his sun-glistening hair'd arms coil back into the gears a- shift,                   shift,                                        shift. Music to his ears, of turbulent pistons pushing steam. Hot wet steel smashing inside bright loud sparking vacuums, oozing to a cough of the last thrusting. Dare not he who keenly sees. He sees said finish line, 'Tis all enough necessity fit for one with pure integrity; if should so challenger dare attest he, shine down and saddle up... This young handsome is beastly struck.
The feeling of being a young man.
jack-d-serna
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jack-d-serna
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
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