Men I'd Like to Fuck #3 - Martin Henderson
You strut your kiwi stuff
upon the stage in strictly male
fashion and then when your gaze
lifts up to look right past lights
and shadow to stare right at me,
I know I have fallen,
I want to sink deep,
I will close my eyes
when I hit bottom, because I
don't want to see where I really sit.
Let me linger beneath your weight
and feel your masculinity tickle
my skin every time you kiss my neck
and twitch against my inner thigh.
I don't want to move,
I can't stop this rush,
I won't continue to breath
when I summit, because I
want to dream this fantasy all night.
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