Forty Five Another Time

We are a decade apart in the soul there is a level that never changes that is desire. The desire of lust and pleasure and I must. Tell you that 45 is the age of my cellar oldest wine. 45 is the number of times you make me cum in my mind. 45 times of adulterated delight. 45 times we kissed in the land of dreams and 45 times I denied these fantasies of mine. 45 times of you and I 45 minutes to midnight. Can we just make it a late morning I don’t have to leave for work til 7:45. I can wake up early for 45 minutes of play time. 45 strokes from behind don’t forget to slap these cheeks of mine. 45 times of this is mine. Yes baby, but maybe another time.


Fall In Love Beautiful Butterfly


I want to be like a butterfly. Leave the land under my feet touching the clouds with my fingertips. A new journey to unexplored worlds. Uncreated memories are almost at reach. Does my destiny awaits me? Love sweeter than a honeycomb from a honey bee. Me free to be me. The winds captures all my emotions like leaves blowing my emotions around as if it has fallen off trees. Is it possible love as freed me? Being afraid of heights as weakened me. Afraid no more shall I be.