untitled – 20th July 2013

As delicate and soft as dandelions
The gentle summer breeze of your breathe rustles at the base of my shaft
pre-cum is still and silent as morning mist
Anticipation silently floats in the air
Warm of your mouth is faint
Softer the cumulus clouds
I am elevated to their 9th level
You take me in your mouth
Cause sun rise to explode inside me
Shine bright
I hear colours
See sound

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