“The one with the suit has the power and makes the rules.” I see you are sti
“The one with the suit has the power and makes the rules.” I see you are still with me Your eyes are still on mine This must mean that your attention has not wained My power still intact although the suit is leaving my body Your power, however is potent and palatable The beauty in your eyes as they follow my curves The glory of your shiny hard cock as it throbs before my eyes The bead of perspiration slowly falling Tracing its way from your temple to your cheek Making a beautiful line down your neck Across the pulse as it pounds diverting its course slightly To your chest as it melds with the beautiful hair there And makes me want to lick the salty drop from your firm chest Moments before tracing the lines of muscle with my tongue Ending with my ruby lips around the beauty that is your cock Lightly lapping the salty dew it drips Oh Is my body betraying my steely resolve again Are my dark eyes changing again from brown to black Are you tracing the flush as it spreads across my chest Do you know that my nipples strain against their lace prison Do you see the heat radiating from my body I’m sure you are not aware that under these black boy shorts That I am dripping And longing for your touch But I shall keep this dance going as long as you will Power… My resolve is still strong Is yours? Perhaps if I remove this crisp shirt it may completely break yours… ~ ©2010 Salacious Musings ~ -- source link
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