Oops,

he caught Me,

while I sat,

parallel to them,

in the low light

fully charged.

“I’ve already told someone,” he said

“Everyone knows what You’re doing here.”

(teens, dirty so__s)

Heavy dangling,

>>EBONY<<

black bodies

swinging in the southern breeze.

There was pointing,

too,

if that’s your thing.

And damn,

I’ma admit

that I was sighted

again,

this time on campus,

on a spring day

that was a little heated.

“I don’t know You,” she said,

“You should be elsewhere.”

(hard crush, boots)

Soles

making Me wish for The Pose,

soiled for certain.

Oh yesh.

The gleam

cumming off of those

weighty stompers—

fuck!—

got Me jacked.

11/10, would lick again.

With this one,

I was unnoticed.

Quiet as a mouse,

in a loud, reverberating

environment.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” is all he said,

as he attended a lover.

(BDSM, no face)

Tied up,

head to conversed foot,

elegant ropes, see-through.

A lighter sits without cigs,

and you, frankly, have no idea

how much I’d adore

seeing that star

smothering

embers.