Wet Naked Torsos
Wet naked torsos burning in gleaming drops of salt water
Falling from the heads of your pianist hands
Flaunting imperial under revealing trunks
And hanging fabrics soaked in hot desires
Golden skins of divine measures
Golden skins of divine measures
Golden skins of divine measures
Sculpted erected at the avantgarde of the coast line in formation
Still bodies made of rugged rock
Luring my hands to feel the enticing lustful pores
Textures and shapes of their toned flesh
Open palms
Taken wrists
Tip fingers on your lips
Tip fingers in your absorbing mouth
Your tongue
Your tongue
Your warm velvet royal purple playful tongue
Tip against tip, cheeck against cheeck, cock against cock
My hands follow your will’s journey
Guided by my lustful desire
Palms feeling your chest muscles
Soft touch hardens your edgy nipples
Slippery hands
Abs and knuckles
Hands dropped into your pants
They raise your penis
I wanted a cock
I wanted a cock of golden pleasure
I wanted a cock
I wanted a cock of golden pleasure
I wanted a cock
I wanted a cock of golden pleasure
I wanted a cock
I wanted a cock of golden pleasure
I wanted a cock of golden pleasure
