Through Denim
The image of you
tracing along your growing cock
through denim jeans
is burned into my mind
I so wanted to touch
what you touched
to feel what I could see
an outline evident
tracings of you
makes me want to
touch places forbidden
I became aware through
tingles and a shudder
how very much
I longed to be there
this tease
too much
like candy
I want to taste
how long
must I wait
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