| Poetry: Lust: In a Young Man's Mind (1/1) |
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Thinking about all those girls, looking at their perfect bodies, closing your eyes in imagination, fingers touching the beauty of their skin. Sitting behind the computer, longing for the magic touch, carefully moving your beautiful hands, to where life can start a new beginning. Stroking, you feel softly about, your hands moving so ever carefully, almost afraid to get hurt, by the fullness of your tender balls. The seed of life, the force of it all, ready to be released in the open, too young to make a new life, too old not to think about it. Your hormones running wild, exposing the very beauty, so swollen and pulsating this perfect purple head, your pre-cum glistering as stars in the night. You’re moving faster, the rush within, never wanting to let go of that feeling, you need to go on, make it happen once again, it is coming and there is not turning back. White beautiful semen, as they shoot about, pushing them out with every everlasting stroke, wishing this feeling would never end, laying back, close your eyes and do it all over again. |
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Everlasting stroke