halo slipping

As I sat there, holding a conversation, my eyes were drawn to the bottom of a tattoo. Slightly peaking out beneath short shirt sleeves. Trying to focus, I bounced my eyes back to his, stormy and always squinting with a smile. How I want to remove his shirt, and see what’s underneath. Touch my fingers to his taut nipples. Gaze upon that which I have desired for so long.. I want to see the shock envelope his face when he realizes I have finally crossed the line. To hold him down and make him admit what he wants. Maybe then those smiling eyes might waver.

controlnaked

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Posted on April 5, 2011, in Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Hot.
    Lusty.
    Primal.

    sev xx

  2. Thanks gentlemen… It was just a momentary collection of thoughts. 😉

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