His body is a work of art.
I admire every inch of it.
I love his sunkissed skin, with unshaved natural body hair, showing up his masculinity.
Strong jawline with sharp nose, with dark brown-deep stare eyes, who else as obsessed as me?
A perfect hug, his chest is the safest place I've ever known. I wonder, how many women have lean her head on it?
I love every inch of it, but no, it's not a romance thing. Beside, this is a secret lust.
I want to taste his body.
Leave marks on his lips.
Screaming when he enters me.
Feel our heart beat as it goes.
Waste the rest of the night to sleep after him.
Then wake up to catch up his widest smile, maybe a little kiss as opening of the day.
But, I know. Dream is just a dream.
This is a war, a self-battle that I never won. This is a wish that never can be true.
He might be people you know, nor it's just imaginary people who lived in my fantasy.
-Surabaya, July 17, 2018
