Sculpture
A Sexual Fantasy
He has a beautiful body in my eyes - pudgy, hairy, a beautiful smile. It makes me want to drink him up and worship him - kissing every inch of his skin, riding his face as I gleefully rub my face in his clothed crotch...
I unwind when I think of him in a suit. To think of gripping that tie and pulling him in for a hungry kiss, a kiss that I would like to indulge my muse in.
He is like a sculpture - I know I shouldn't touch the masterpieces at the gallery, but I just can't help but place my hands all over this one. I want to mess him up and see him unwind under my fingers. I love my sculpture.