on the bus
on the couch
on the dancefloor
in a cafe
in my dreams
i think about his body pressed close to mine
(airtight seal)
i think about his rough
chin,holding his soft tongue
chasing mine
and tequila
i think about his manhood
and where i want it
to meet
my own,i think
about my body
and what it likes
and how it talks
if you listen
and then
i think
about how his body
has things to say
to me,maybe
like touch me
here
like this
like that
and baby
and oh
and then
him, looking at my
manhood
thinking about where
he wants it
to meet his own
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