i want to lick you, baby. taste your sweat
as you're getting hot and bothered in pleasure
under me against me for me
fuck, arch up towards me, let me See you.
your body is art
a living spectacle
tensing up and melting before my eyes
as i run my tongue over your skin
breathing in your smell
kissing your rim
getting inside you. fuck, you beauty embodied-- you're so hot
i'm in you, my treasure
i'm in you
losing myself in you
we're erotic and heady
i want to breathe your form
words fail. they always do. i can't think when i'm with you
i can only feel
fire desire and need
i taste your lips. you sound so close
so close to me
in my ear
panting
grunting
bliss finds me in your eyes
in those sounds
your masculine shapes are perfection
your body is magic, a fantasy land
i want to feel it against mine
forever
forever
under my hands.
your heart beating
in your shaft
as i suck your balls
how the fuck do i paint with words!
i'd be taking thousands of photos every year and we'd never watch them back because there'd be no time
- new ones waiting to be taken
endless posing
you don't even have to pose. you're perfect
living your days just like that
i even accept you in clothes
those baggy hoodies and cozy sweatpants
tight boxer shorts
and elegant coats
i brush your hair
don't put gel on them! they're so glorious when soft...
mmm...
i kiss you
obsessed with your lips
the way they feel against mine
the way they move
your tongue...
the way you hum softly as i stroke the back of your head
i've gone mad for you, baby. i'll never tell you that
but it's obvious and i can't be bothered to hide
that open admiration when i watch you
just be
you're worth of a movie. just you being you.
add a narrator: tell your own thoughts. let me map out your mind
i want you so bad, inside and out.
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pierwszy chunk/jakmutam mi się niezbyt podoba, reszta tak.
ogólnie nudne są takie teksty, ale przynajmniej to nie o *****, więc już na pierdyliard plusów.
Also since we're talking delicious stuff... zjadłbym pieczoną/etc cukinię. Jedno z najlepszych warzywek. Obok pomidorów. Surowych.
Soczystych. Jędrnych. Pełnych smaku. Szkoda że takie to rzadkość [w moim życiu].
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21.1.24
CZYTASZ
heart beats
Puisi~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
