All those morning photos exchange, for a mood, for a boost,
for a sneak of a naked beat of a chest, of a rib, of an arm and a fashion pick.
I smile, I grin and I open my chin to capture the scene at my end and fantasize
of our next battle over the Ludus court. I shall warm well my bare fists to
slap and bite your ass cheeks to hear your cracking laughs of this ticklish
child within. I like to keep your juice on, I won’t wash it off, I won’t run to
shower, I will carry it for a day or two , this sticky dry elixir liquid leaving
this trace once and for all in my head.
I text you in details how I want to have you, how I want to conquer
you without conquering you coz it ain’t a conquest, how I want to be sensual
with you, how I wanna glide between your legs, Up back to your Torso, crossing
your trimmed chest, friction with your teenager hands, how I want to blend my
Caramel shade with your ginger skin. I reveal on how I want you to touch me,
how I want you to lust me, how I want you to rub against me till I freckle. I even want you to smile when you read my lips
spelling those words. I will gaze at you while you carelessly read a book or
napping or just daydreaming over the ceiling. I am lusting annoying you while
you being serious. I am lusting smelling you over and over till there is
nothing more to smell. I would carry your fermon, your sweat, your cum and let
the Candles burn upon our Lust. How Can one sleep when in a state of
Lust? I will chase my shadow to exhaust the eternal Lust but I know the later
will exhaust me and win that I wouldn’t dare to take a medicine for cure.
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