I’ve been struggling over the last week with what to write. I begin a draft and then it goes into the “draft” folder and stays there. Quelle horreur, n’est-ce pas?
Here I sit, alone on a Friday night, determined. I can’t decide if I want your heart to race, your dick to be hard or simply to hear your voice. Better yet, how about all three?
Every morning and almost every evening I go for a walk. I admit you cross my mind a few times and you are even in my prayers. The fact that I think about your hard cock, wet kiss and then I ask God to keep you safe, well that’s intimacy taken to another level, n’est-ce pas?
The mind is the best navigation tool we have. Life challenges us in the most mysterious ways and its our job to push back. At times it can be a gentle nudge and sometimes it’s a shove.
Your strength makes you invincible. I will never stop being amazed, even if I don’t always share those compliments with you.
A masculine man, you are, whose preparedness, clarity and imagination, are perhaps, what I treasure most.
Point me towards your light and let me feel that heat. The velocity of passion. It is the risk of burning under a cool, collected mindset that compels, getting closer the flame.
Music mood: Rusted Rood “back to the earth”
the book of matches xo