Random acts of kindneSs
Theres a little fear in all our hearts
Thats not letting these souls of ours jump that freight train that takes us to
Risking Home, USA.
dancing moving swaying in the breeze over the ocean
errotic autumn
sandy beaches crusting around my toes
the salt taste on the skin of his back, his face
The hair that lays over his shoulders, i eye lovingingly
loving his angel body, and his angel face...
(to be continued)
"Well as long as its not useless sex." -David
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