deep voice, ripped jeans, gray shirt, and white bonnet,
the owner of the handsome face walks in.
wild thoughts forming, made me write this sonnet,
scenarios i can’t help to imagine.
with those manly veiny hands, squeeze my throat,
can they do magic and make me explode?
drowning in lust, i might need a lifeboat,
let my legs rest on your shoulders so broad.
i’m curious ‘bout how your ear piercings taste?
tickle my core by your breath and stubbles.
tattooed torso and limbs, i want to trace.
addicting scent, could pass as a candle.
buzz of sensations electrifying,
our eyes met, i realized i'm drooling.

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