To be nude is to be natural.
To paint one's body, to slick it ..
To slather , to lather ..
To layer to lavish to languish to linger ...
To hunger to hanker to help one ...
To be there in the moment in the heat of the moment,
To long to relax to let loose ...
To become to want to cum, to /// ...
unleash to let it all flow from, from within to the world outside ...
to not hold back, to want to share, ...
to be bold enough to let it happen.
It is a gift, sublime, risky, raw and not advised , ...
and yet so what, what about one's self one's art ?!?
So liberating, I feel so much better now! Cheers!
Naughty or nice, nice and naughty, loving it!
I feel so comfortable these days and nights.
I am growing to relax and see and appreciate more.
J
Lit is only flesh, mine.
Suck, touch, hold, get hands, lips , too, a handle
on the pulse, the warmth, the heat, the flesh, the flame, the lame skin wanting to be so much more that soft and warm.
Hanes lowered, the playing field exposed, the players visible, the flesh exposed, the warmth turned up, heat to passion to pleasure to comfort to fixing on what is central.
Up, up and ahhhhhh a way, away, a way to turn up the inner flame to flesh up, to flesh out, the fix the flab and to inflate before sleep and it is too late!
So relaxed, so listless, so lamenting and lone all alone, all in need of being hand-mouth-kneeded seriously to a proper and firmer erection.
Move the pubes out of the way, lower the open mouth. light up the head!
I love I live I hands-on my body
An invitation to play.
I expose me myself all the time, I admore, I want to fire and flame and soon enough to at some point erupt, too.
Yeah.
I have had enough sleep now.
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