November 16, 2010

Running my fingers through his bronze hair,
His arms locked around my waist,
My boy, around me, and so fair,
His perfects lips, content on my neck,
My body stuck to his like paste,
The heat between our bodies, hotter than heck,
His perfect lips moving down my body,
My little hands run down the planes of his chest,
Everything in the world now seems foggy,
If this is the beginning, then I can't wait for the rest,
His lips, retrace their steps, to mine,
Those warms hands once again touch my face,
My arms wrapped around him like a vine,
Willingly I fall into his embrace,

The author's comments:
I saw a photo of the model of Marlon Teixeira and this came to mind....

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