Hands

Member since 2002 · Posted 28 Jul 2002 · 2 comments

Bulging viens Your masculinity dripping In a subconscious puddle At my feet Hold my breath Your ruggedness Raw Like an anceint hunter Capable of so much evil That of a gun That of a spear Bare hands, such strength Yet gingerly Tenderly Strokes my cheek And reassures me of this world Such roughness Complimented by your compassion Gentle creature Noble soul The thickness of your fingers Feels so good along my spine I shiver with such passion Instinctual to your touch

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[7] -=SeTTle=- 28-Jul-02/6:22 PM Reply

Look honey if it weren't for the gun and the spear we'd all be eating berries and morels right now

[7] horus8 10-Nov-03/1:05 AM Reply

That's the slut in you going for seconds.