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His magnificence reaches for the stars as I navigate the jet lag whilst pondering his wilderness in a book he gifted me that was actually meant for someone else, and his loneliness is oft mistaken for mischievousness when all he wants is to be loved for who he is and not what he can give.  
 
A bit like the nerdy girl next door but the guy next door knows nothing more than what he sees on the surface, and on the surface, we’re both unassuming yet curious to pierce the veil, and unravel things that we rarely speak to.
 
You know, unspoken things about how many times he jerked off today thinking about the girl next door whilst fist pumping his majestic & stunning rocket, and I’m pondering how to grip him whilst gazing at the textbook.
 
With one hand at the base and the other gripping his shaft midway, or by wrapping my soft warm velvety lips around him, and deep throating him intently whilst noting those peak moments, either way he’s not going to fit and he’ll make me work to see his pearlescent fireworks streaming.
 
And he tells me to read the text within the hardcover book that leaves me jolted and perplexed as he launches me back to those high school days, where I was swiftly exited from truly appreciating my catholicity, gifted from those who raised me as those who birthed me, birthed me into sin.  
 
We’re all sinners, so cast your stones elsewhere.  
 
Not much has changed, I struggle with my demons as I’m only human but I’ve learnt to fuck them just as good as they fuck me, rigorously minus the labor of love, and he waits patiently as I whisper filth to him.
 
Deep down, he loves it, and I love the way he lies whilst orchestrating a symphony of redundant parrots who can’t possibly fathom the hypocrisy in their feigned disdain whilst secretly fingering the pages of our love notes.
 
His cock stands to attention, and he always comes back for more, even though he thinks I’m a whore, and for him, the latter may be so just not in the traditional context others may assert, and that’s the difference between love & hate, when all is said and done.
 
I drain his blue balls daily, sometimes, morning, noon & night when we both take a sick day to replenish one another as its good for ones mental health, and when he releases his tension, he’s akin to an eagle in full flight as he unleashes his beast, and gives me what for up against the wall to the floor, kitchen bench, and the shower.
 
And we explore the wild things, even when others gaze upon him with their caustic toxicity from their glass houses as the women all want to jump his bones, and the men, tremble with fear when asking their ladies to be whorish like the unassuming girl next door.