His body
Slowly my fingers traced patterns along his spine, water droplets creating my artistic lines, absolutely his skin made me marvel.. It was carved by the gods, effortlessly formed and created... His very presence makes me elated. My hands roam him as if I'm seeking the very reason to exist, I've come to the conclusion that my reason is for this.. To explore him, to adore him, to meet his gaze. To get lost in a love-filled haze.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
His body
Slowly my fingers traced patterns along his spine, water droplets creating my artistic lines, absolutely his skin made me marvel.. It was carved by the gods, effortlessly formed and created... His very presence makes me elated. My hands roam him as if I'm seeking the very reason to exist, I've come to the conclusion that my reason is for this.. To explore him, to adore him, to meet his gaze. To get lost in a love-filled haze.
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