
His skin,
makes my heart begin,
to pound,
lifting him from the ground,
and kissing his lips.
~
He smells of perfection,
and I pour my affection,
deep into him,
and our smiles win,
as he feels like home.
~
I adore the way my hand,
caresses his body-grand,
his edges,
and lovely ledges,
oh, he gets me.
~
We freely hug in ocean,
as I drink his every motion,
we make our own world spin,
as we begin again and again,
bodies, dancing, entangled.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.



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