There's a boy who lives down the road
With eyes of emerald and curls of gold
His teeth sparkle like the dawn
To his lips I'm drawn
They taste like strawberries
And bleed like cherries
I want to sink my teeth
And reach my hand underneath
I give him control
Lets him touch my soul
His hands on my skin
His figure tight and thin
I tug at his cotton
My thoughts deliciously rotten
Lift it over his head
Motion to his bed
I mold him like clay
And take his breath away
Lick at his chest
My body possessed
He tastes like candy
Intoxicates me like brandy
I caress his thighs
Watching him arise
Squeezing at his skin
Catching him sneak a grin
And reaching for his chin
Drinking him like gin
Sinking onto him
Touching limb after limb
Making me moan
Breathing in his cologne
The seductive scent of pine
Sending shockwaves down my spine
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Bathe in Color
RomanceParis Wills is a dreamer. His father always said he got it from his mom, an artist who was unlike any other. Her virtue was painting, and Paris' is poetry. No matter where he is, Paris finds inspiration for his poems. In the summer after his sophom...
