What is it like,
Marble white boy,
Your bones frictioning
With mine?
My crown, made of steel
My hair, long hazel silk
My flesh, blood and meat
The one you will feast
For dinner in my Pleasure Keep
Bite my lip
Rip the clothes off me
Feel my skin, fingers over my ribs
Grab my thighs
Make me sigh
A moan leave my body
[How does it feel
Touching
Without ecstasy?
After all, you're not him]
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Puisi"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
