(for the boys...)
Do you want me?
Am I the object of your desire?
Then please be patient.
(Any Boob can squish a boob, you know.....)
Can you make me want you as much as you want me?
Can you see beyond my smile?
Will you caress me with your words?
Will you nuzzle and gently kiss my neck?
Can you move your touch slowly and lightly across my skin and awaken the goddess inside?
Will you gently peel away my layers and expose my secret places long hidden from the crowd?
Will you read the shiver beneath my skin as your hand traces the furrow of my back.
Will you learn the language of my breath, as the tip of your tongue teases my nipple?
Will you hear the silent moan of my soul when you wander the soft curves of my hip.
Can you wait, and hold, and listen, and learn as you gently unfold the mystery of me?
And then, while poised at my garden's gate, can you wait for me? Can you wait until my body asks, and then begs, and then pleads? Will you pause outside and gently wait as my body grows an ache for you? Will you taste my tears and feel me tremble as as your smile makes my nectar flow?
Then, and only then, when I tremble with desire and burn for you touch, will you consummate my agony and take me beyond sound and sight and time?
If you can do all this. If you can conquer me with your eyes, with you lightest touch, and with everything that makes you man, then I am yours.
Come to me.
Come.....
