He kept talking to me, he licked my bottle, it smells like him now, even i smell like him. I love his deep breathing when tired, walking home is definatley hard, more when you think you´re going to die just for looking at him.
Brochie, haven´t seen him in a while for about two months now. I would love to dive again on his deep homey eyes and guess what he is thinking about when smiling sexual. His hands, and his beard and his twenty eight years... His name though, doesn´t suit him, I´m thinking on calling him Eros, the greek god, or Hermes and I can be his Afrodita.
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