DAYDREAMING
daydreaming of sweet kisses, the look on his face, that makes him look like a winkled puppy; cracks a smile on my face every time. the way his body moves with so much rhythmic motion and rhyme. when he lays so close that i can hear the passing of his breathe on my smooth skin.... i begin to weaken. when he opens up his mouth it's like a whole another language he's speakin! so aggressive in play and work, humm...the sexiness? now that shit is an added perk! watchin him move across a room; my eyes begin to lock on his physic, why must this brother be so damn unique? im speechless to others, they wonder why cant i speak? its that mans love that i intend to seek!
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