Eye Candy

I know I don't like him,

because I don't know him.

Don't know his background,

or the kind of music he likes.

What kind of women he's into,

or the type of women he doesn't like.

I'm infatuated by him,

By the way he walks, with such confidence and a thuggish swag.

How his clothes hug certain parts, that intrigue me more.

Damn my eyes are such fucking whores.

I mean I can imagine myself, alone in a room,

him laying on the bed,as I consume.

The chiseled chest,that is inked with art.

How the tip of his dick,touches up to his naval part.

Or how his thighs,are so muscular and tight.

Or maybe it's the form of his lips, the shiney blackness of his goatee, the scent of his cologne.

Ha ha naughty me.

Naw I don't like him,this is eye candy to me.

A simple mind tease, an innocent fuck,when ever I please.

Let me say,or better yet let me admit,

I wouldn't mind,getting a sample of his dick.

He's gotten many head jobs and it's all mentally you see.

Me in between his legs,sucking him hands free.

Letting him cum in my mouth,tasting him internally.

Me and him fuck consistently.

To bad eye candy is all he will be.