Shades of Desperation
Do you feel that? I think that you do. Whenever I look you in your eyes, you gently bite your lip and look away. I know that you can feel it. I’m trying to undress you with my eyes. You deserve it and you want it, what I’m trying to give you. Desire and tension. Aching and yearning. I don’t want to do anything to you, unless you beg me for it.
Please. You put on the sexiest shade of desperation. So I ask you, what do you want? And you always say that I know what you want. And I say you’re correct. But, are you correct? Because at this point, it’s not what you want, it’s what you need. You’re an addict and I’m your dealer. Every time we meet, it’s like the first time. And I guess that’s why you never stop coming.
It feels like you could cum forever. When you ask me for permission, and I deny. I tell you that you better hold back. Please. You know how to get what you want. So I tell you to cum for me. I want it to last, keep coming. Keep coming until I can only see white in your eyes, until the sheets are soaked, until heaven knows my name.
We have our issues, but I love what we have. Nothing can go unresolved when clothes are no longer involved. Forget your fears and let these moments last forever. Passion gives us something to live for, passion is the motivation.
DAMN BRO YOU ARE AN AMAZING POET