Those sculpted butts
That lean structure
Your youthful virility
In front of the mirror
Ohh man what a lure!
You encased yourself
With your nudity
Without moist me
Yet I choose to see us
In front of the mirror
Blurring the reflection
With our moist desires
When you breathe fire all over my skin
When I smolder in your heat
When you caress every elevation
When you finger
The leaves within
You push me to kneel
That's how I wish to be taken
We see each other in the mirror
Your power, my prowess
At play
No music just the thump of flesh
The mirror shying
At our libidinous indulgence
Frosty it becomes
When moistness coates
Signifying our success
That's how we should frame us
With moist desires.
©LR
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