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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Crush

What a wonderful and curious man this be. His shape and essence a bright star beckoning me like a ship towards some undiscovered paradise. His face a poem of one word, daddy, written in the elegant and curving script of a master scribe. His body formed in strength, the essence of perfection, a temple unto itself, a masterpiece worthy of praise and admiration. His hair a crown of daylight, his eyes a window to a thousand possibilities, his smile a dream half remembered. His aroma a siren’s spell forever unbroken. His cock my own private god stretching forth sweetly to answer my prayers. Oh for an embrace to lose myself in him, o’ for a kiss to make him mine…..

Carolina Dean 

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