My Love

How i see the one i love. He has become my muse good and bad but i would not have him any other way. This is all about who or what we love or if you rather enjoy, it is the strongest and most beautiful emotion. <3

Skin like marble,

But soft to touch,

Eyes like moss,

But filled with lust,

Body so sculptured,

You stare in aww,

When he touches,

Your body longs for more.

The End

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