The little things like the way he undresses and hands me his coat
The scent of his crotch and pits and the back of his neck
The way my cock slides effortlessly in and out of his mouth while I envision all the things I want to do
When our cocks exchange precum
I'll take your weight like this so I can have access to all of you
The warmth and invitation, and yes, the sigh
I know, I know
Wear the mark
I'm gonna pretend I'm an eponym.
ReplyDeleteLoki,
ReplyDeleteThis erotic message you send to your imagined or remembered man love is so beautiful. Who can that fortunate mystery man be? How rare a man you are to express yourself this way to him? Does he know he has captured the soul of the poet with his ripe sexuality? Your posts like this generate wonderful questions and provoke our curiosity further.