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Member
How Do You Identify?:
Genderqueer Butch
Preferred Pronoun?:
They, them, theirs
Relationship Status:
Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child.
Join Date: Sep 2013
Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W
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I want you,
With such intensity
Right here
Right now.
My fingers tangled in your hair,
the colour of the finest French cognac.
I see in my minds eye
Your eyes the darkest brown,
so like the ink in the inkwell
as they look to me with fire,
with passion.
My fingers insist on touching your skin.
So much so that my palms itch from the want.
I long to clasp you to me fiercely, taking you right here.
Bending you over the desk.
Having my way with you until you scream and beg me not to stop.
Until both our knees are weak, and our breathing laboured.
I long to be your vagabond,
Your rogue
Your dirty little secret.
As in turn you become my little whore.
The lines becoming fuzzy between
Reality and fantasy.
And as we wait to write our own history in grunts, growls, moans, and screams.
I claim forever what is rightfully mine.
Your body,
Your, heart,
Your soul.
In silence
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Know that The Universe made you in perfection.
And know that there are people out there who recognize this.
-Me
"Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel
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