The mind of a young lad
As i close my ''mind's eye'' i picture your rare beauty that holds me captive:the elegance of your style, the shape of your eyes,your soft silky lurking lips;Your breast:perfect twin moulds masterly carved.
Your shae: your shape symmetry redefined,mastered and performed to utmost accuracy..........
You are Art,by a master artist,the master sroke from his
brush....
you feel me with so much desperation and need.
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