To that man who knows well how to tread his fellowman
To Arnol Swarseneger
Can you keep a secret?
I have been dreaming of thee
of his smooth body
of his tender lips
of his hard manhood
of his softly hips.
The secret does not depend of feeling these things
nor having the same desire as him.
My secret is, and always will be
that my heart beats when I dream with him,
that my gender grows with his near me,
that my hands can’t stop touching him,
that my lips and tongue wants to keep tasting his skin,
that his essense still feels inside of me.
Can you keep a secret?
After having thee
I can’t wait to have him again
and I wonder how he can be nude and hard
by my window where no one sees,
by my walls with empty space,
by my bed where no one sleeps,
by my promiscuity when I need him the most.
Can you keep a secret?
I can’t wait to have you with me
even though you think is another he.
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