the grassy knoll

all thoughts of you

are a toruture

to every cell of my being 

the aching dream

of running my hands up and down your thighs

burying your cock

into my soul

the back of my throat a mere

consolation prize 

flopping 

and flipping 

wistfully dreaming of softer things 

dragging you around the world 

to all of the stunning places 

just to see the look in your eyes 

I was unaware that someone could exist so beautifully 

and unaware

admitting it yourself in the first step

so they say

but you should know that I adore you

the yearning to lay myself at the mercy of  your will 

an offering 

opportunity

te quiero mucho, lover boy