Thursday, November 20, 2008

Truest Lover


My truest lover lives in glass
And moves with me from pass to pass
His hair is gold, his eyes are green
His full lips have a luring sheen

His body pulses, pink and slim
And no one on Earth matches him
He makes me blush and moan and leak
When beads of sweat fall down his cheeks

His white throat tempts my round mouth so
And bids hands where hands should not go
His rosy cheeks scream to be touched
By tongues that soothe soft skin in lust

I stare at him for days on end
Wanting that smooth back to bend
It's time now that I face the truth
I love this narcissistic youth

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