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2/26/15 At seventeen, the hardest choice you should have to make is what clothes you want to wear, or what food you want to eat; not sitting at the edge of your bed at four in the morning considering whether or not your existence matters in this world. (A.)
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āIām sitting here between your legs watching the steam rise off of the water, wondering how the fuck I ended up in the bath with a man like you. Your beard is wet and itās rubbing against my back, like a sponge as you nibble on my shoulder. Shelter me with your kisses. Donāt stop. I close my eyes. Your lips make their way down my arm, inch by inch. And iām wondering how they will taste when I turn to face you. Press them up against yours; soapy water dripping into our open mouths. Your tongue slides between my lips and it tastes like blue dream with a hint of pussy. And youāve got me imagining the way fifteen minutes earlier, I brought you to your knees and you bowed down and pressed those same lips between my thighs. I canāt recreate the sounds you made but Iāve got your muffled moans stuck in my head, and I donāt think I ever want it to stop.Ā
Iām sitting here between your legs watching the patterns the water makes as weāre moving beneath it. We have ravenous hands and hearts that are no longer half empty. We have mouths full of laughter and hearts that are always half full.ā
ā āI can say with confidence, you are the sweetest man iāve ever known.ā ~Bea
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