Hidden parts of his life asking me to figure them out.
Aching as I wonder in the shadows.
I want this boy!
Desperately begging for more;
Desperately kicking myself for not talking.
He touches me;
I tingle with excitement and embarrassment.
Don't let go!
But leave the poor boy!
He touched me!
I want more of him, both externally and internally.
Or is he a man?
Too mature, beyond his age.
Too humble to be classified a boy.
A real man.
A gentle man.
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