i wanna see you go skeet skeet skeet...
U say,dont push so hard, but ya ass is so tite! Let me wet it some more,U moan to loud, stay quiet, use the pillow.U say,stop, I say relax baby,my dick is so hard. U get on top and grind on me, suckin my nipples. Ima fuck U, dont stop me. Ya ass is so wet and smooth and warm, I like watching my dick get lost in ur hills,Ur so sexy. I grab ur head and kiss u from behind, gimmie the tongue,ya ass is relaxed now,ur taking all my dick, damn headboard knocking, fuck its good, U say ur gonna cum... I say me too,damn ur loud, fuckit, its running out :)...
This Angel travels a field of blue roses and as he passes each with a gentle caress they give a shy giggle saturating the sky with their cozy scent.This Angel speaks in mesmerizing songs with a trio of humming birds as his choir. But,there are days where this same Angel has to tread thru the war torn forest where trees cry blood and branches bow doleful to the earth. This Angel often has to stain his garment with violence and rebellion. Nevertheless he is wat he is... and Angel... from heaven, with the virtue of Love and the capability to Hate... The ART of Deception: The Evil Grin disguised as a bright smile, such white teeth u have, like daggers placed at the end of an arrow aimed at the heart, with the full intent of spilling RED paint, Or the game of Lets Pretend... Ha Ha Ha, oh you"re so funny... so funny i hate u with all my dark spirit and frozen soul, Hugs for my luv:), and hands at my back filled with malice, slowly inserting razors of bitterness laced with animosity wishing u agony. Who can know the grievous and doleful depths of the deception that is latent in the ego of a man... I see you every day, but i always get occupied with the nosey eyes and the wandering ears. I can tell we are a seamless fit, you and i, but silent space wont let us be. you take the long route just to pass my way, silently, but the magnetic energy between us cannot be denied. its coo to be in your space but, today! i say, ima say hi, ima reach and touch you, ima look in your eyes, ima remove the space and turn down the silence... .......try this... its kinda like... the yellow lines on a busy freeway passing you by with a blur... if we would..slow down and notice... the cracks and dips... the crooked lines... and thick paint... or is it always hustle and bustle... no time for details... and at the end of your high speed journey you will look back on your memories and see smears of colors and spots of details, empty spaces and stumps of would-be-experiences... i ask you to simply slow down from time to time and look at the beauty in the little details all around you... again i say for you... ...For my brown skin man, the warmth of the sun radiates from your Picasso painted frame, you know, the flowing shades of brown from the back of your feet to the shiny tip of your cute nose, your brownness is magnified in your swag and expressed in your speech, it"s the way your brownness hugs and holds and squeezes the definition in your chest, legs and hands and your smile embodies the passion in your heart while the lines in your face declare the struggle due to your brownness, the smooth, soulful, spirited, and just sexy brown skin man.......................I found one! I stood back, and i looked at the room,What a mess,where to start. Pretty bois under the bed, fat men in the closet, queens all over the dresser, manipulators all over the floor, golddiggers piled in the corner, black only stuffed in a bag, no blacks not on the hanger, friends only stuck under the chair, flakes and fakes stain the rug, old pics covered in dust, dirty butts and crusty poles hanging off mattress, and the odor of strange and weird desires just lingers and lingers,BUT in my efforts to organize i see you, alone,quite and beautiful.
so good... all you can say is... DAMN... with that stare in your eyes... so good... after we cum we still wanna touch... the light touch... ignoring the sweat... so good... i wanna see you naked with the lights on... so good... we dont want to separate... breakfast in the morn :)
MEN ARE LIKE... really good smells... like the smell of sweet potato pie or piping hot pork chops fried slow with onions or an expensive perfume that softly penetrates walls and finds you... these "smells" over take the senses and commands your attention... BUT... in a short time the smells are gone along with their source... a whiff of perfume but i don"t have the fashioned bottle... the brief scent of fried pork and yet i still hunger... the sweet potato pie... but i have no slice... MEN are like good smells... a great aromatic experience that lasts for but a moment...
you can be my hobby...
i sing a lot..
I'm a non-smoker
I'm a light social drinker
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