boxered bottoms,
shirtless men,
sexy skin,
drenched with swet,
wait no longer,
I must touch some of that,
feel it's strength,
feel it move under my finger tips,
never again should you wear dull clothes,
to hide your body's is like to spit on art,
smooth tan skin sliding beneath my fingers,
the only thing that changes the textured are the fine scars and scratches,
they add to your body's,
beutiful with modest muscles,
egs strong from work,
but some day smooth skin must slip away,
from my finger tips. |
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