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Your image so sure, all blood and flesh it seems,
Yet upon awakening, it’s merely a dream.
An image of lust, all hard and man,
The desire to touch you flows through my hands.
That twinkle of blue, your eyes so bright,
Want you I do, whether wrong or right.
A turn in the sheets, a rumble in bed,
My body wants all, even if just in my head.

Your mouth so hot and wet and sweet,
I’d love to trap your tongue between my teeth.
Dancing in chaos, our breath in short gasps,
My fingertips trail to your waist’s little clasp.
Our bodies all hot and wet with need,
Your jeans fly off with uncanny speed.

Hunger rears its mighty head,
As I take you into my small, soft hand.
All rigid and hard, wet at the tip,
My tight mouth waters for just one sip.
My eyes all aglitter, I smile sweetly for you,
As I bend to my knees hoping you spew.

Your tight ass held firm, my lips around your cock,
THIS is MY idea of Preferred Stock.
Looking into your eyes, I see the truth,
I only wanted this as much as you.
The smile on your face, says complete thrill,
My suction is perfect so as not to spill.
The grip on your cock, the taste only you,
My throat spasms as I swallow your goo.
Licking my lips, a smile on our faces,
We rush back to work and take our proper places.