Nothing is more important than having someone to care for you, to wait for you when you're gone, to make you feel like you're necessary to him. Be sure, without telling you, that he really wants you! To act like a dog when you come to him, begging for your caress. That caress, which can just be a look, not a hand touch, on the hair of his head. Such humility! Yet such greatness!
It's so overwhelming! You open your mouth to say something, and yet the words don't come out! because there are no words! There are only feelings! The absolute mute cinema. There's a charade that you know and act on, and you wonder who taught it to you? You're enchanted! You doubt your next move is the right one! Yes, it is.
Who taught you? Who so generously gave you the experience, taught you the language, understood every meaning that transmits you, without him having said a word. You have no answers to any of this, but you're in a dream, you're flying! you're floating in a blurry of happiness!
And all of a sudden, you heard something! thinking he told you something. You're going to answer, but you're having second thoughts, " He didn't tell me anything! what should I answer him?"Is this becoming excruciating? Hey! no, no, no! it's too sweet to call It "excruciating"
And then all of a sudden, you take off your shirt, your T-shirt, your pants, and you're stuck in your underwear. You look, and you see that Marcos, your friend, is already naked. When did he get undressed you wonder! When I blinked? In the blink of an eye, as we say? You pinch yourself, and you ask yourself again: Am I dreaming? Why am I so happy? What makes me tremble with a strange "pleasure" shaken by an inexplicable power? Because I saw him naked? Of course not! Big deal! So many times we got naked and went skinny dipping, we didn't even pay attention!
You are in a state of "confusion " you want persistent answers even though no question was asked. You're getting mad! Understandably? inexcusably? you don't know either! -- We have a habit, to want to flatten everything! Bring them to a level, more material, more tangible, understand it immediately! But what hovers and hovers in the atmosphere, between feasible and impossible, is a strange thing! we don't have the ability or the strength to get to the point -- but oddly enough, it makes us, ten times happy.
We're fighting ourselves to find a way out. Let's get it! But it's so deceptive! as real as it is. Finally we give up trying to solve puzzles!
Let's go to something more earthy. We took off our pants. We find that our cock is already fully erected. Marcos is already naked, Marcos's already dripping the first drops of cum. You're relieved and say, that's why I was so hot, can't that be the reason? and you go grab your dick, and you play it. Marcos repels you by the hand, and makes contact with you face-to-face. Your dicks are fighting each other. And they give each other the first kiss, smearing each other with their first fluid drops. You want to reach Mark's lips and kiss each other. He repels you again.
It's so overwhelming! You open your mouth to say something, and yet the words don't come out! because there are no words! There are only feelings! The absolute mute cinema. There's a charade that you know and act on, and you wonder who taught it to you? You're enchanted! You doubt your next move is the right one! Yes, it is.
Who taught you? Who so generously gave you the experience, taught you the language, understood every meaning that transmits you, without him having said a word. You have no answers to any of this, but you're in a dream, you're flying! you're floating in a blurry of happiness!
And all of a sudden, you heard something! thinking he told you something. You're going to answer, but you're having second thoughts, " He didn't tell me anything! what should I answer him?"Is this becoming excruciating? Hey! no, no, no! it's too sweet to call It "excruciating"
And then all of a sudden, you take off your shirt, your T-shirt, your pants, and you're stuck in your underwear. You look, and you see that Marcos, your friend, is already naked. When did he get undressed you wonder! When I blinked? In the blink of an eye, as we say? You pinch yourself, and you ask yourself again: Am I dreaming? Why am I so happy? What makes me tremble with a strange "pleasure" shaken by an inexplicable power? Because I saw him naked? Of course not! Big deal! So many times we got naked and went skinny dipping, we didn't even pay attention!
You are in a state of "confusion " you want persistent answers even though no question was asked. You're getting mad! Understandably? inexcusably? you don't know either! -- We have a habit, to want to flatten everything! Bring them to a level, more material, more tangible, understand it immediately! But what hovers and hovers in the atmosphere, between feasible and impossible, is a strange thing! we don't have the ability or the strength to get to the point -- but oddly enough, it makes us, ten times happy.
We're fighting ourselves to find a way out. Let's get it! But it's so deceptive! as real as it is. Finally we give up trying to solve puzzles!
Let's go to something more earthy. We took off our pants. We find that our cock is already fully erected. Marcos is already naked, Marcos's already dripping the first drops of cum. You're relieved and say, that's why I was so hot, can't that be the reason? and you go grab your dick, and you play it. Marcos repels you by the hand, and makes contact with you face-to-face. Your dicks are fighting each other. And they give each other the first kiss, smearing each other with their first fluid drops. You want to reach Mark's lips and kiss each other. He repels you again.
