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POEM

Beautiful eyes
Dark skin
Fingers laced around his chin
Smiling widely from ear to ear
Writing thoughts of desolate fear
Seems harmless to me
A small boy just waiting to be uncovered by this mad world he calls home
I bet I could nurse him
Our souls are not that far apart

I bet he could feast on me like a king eating grapes off of my belly
Wrapping my body in silk
Covering my eyes with his hands to block out our sin or to let me focus on the sensation of him
Id like him to taste the salt on my skin
And smell the sweetness of my breath on his back
ID give anything to walk over and sit on his lapto straddle him and take him for a test drive
His mind reminds me of Pluto and he has the body of Marc Anthony
And I know he would leave me begging for more