It isn't hard for me to imagine
To press your lips against mine
To touch you skin and sense the aroma
To crawl behind you and bite your ear
To hold on your stick and play with it
To suck on it and feel it firmly inside
To let it slipped into mine and you will take me for a ride
To hold your hands and hear your heartbeat
Who told you I am not allowed to imagine them happening?
Who told you that I have crossed the boundaries you have set?
Who told you that it won't ever happen in life?
That I have expressed my sexuality doesn't make me less worthy
That I am bold enough to make the moves you have always dared me
I sin not.
