This room…

This room, ours for a while, is suddenly used to gather wishes of wild beasts. Deep down our fears take refuge; there they are, and as the hours have passed they have lagged behind in a simple afternoon of an unexpected encounter.

Soon your bare skin takes possession of the white sheets and a beam of light sneaks into the window to cut with illuminated edge your side into two portions of splendor. To the north a daring and relaxed bosom, complicit in the game, has been exposed. To the south, your well-formed buttocks in two leg terraces, one collection and the other stretched, hide your bait in a shameless scene. And on your face, a light smile of freshly painted lips transports me to forgotten glories; Meanwhile, a stream of ruby ​​unleashes through my veins that fills the promise of a bishop who wants to drown to death. All of you, abandoned to my designs, silently cast a look of waiting and at the same time a questioning signal.

Uhm! And in case I did not understand your call, your agile and eager hand is lost in own routes known to you, repeating again and again hidden caresses that invite you to follow your project with the same faithful skill with which you poke your insides.

I will start being the man you want to be then all the men you will need in an instant.


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Lugh Landrus
Venezuela
April 2015