I should not have left you bereft of my presence
Why would I leave you without the aura of my essence
I longed to be wrapped in the warmth of your heart
I walked , ran , jumped ,hopped and even soared
I could not get to you as tears from my eyes poured
I’m sorry in truth as I did hurt you in fact.
Like that sweet song we both love to sing
Put the blame on me as long as I keep your ring
To see your face, I tried to come through many ways
I punched the pads, dialled the numbers knelt and prayed
My feet hurt ,my fingers and heart bled even as time delayed
I am sorry my love and I will be all of my days
I am sorry my sweet candy and this I know
I will do all within and all I can to never leave you alone
If I break these words, let my heart fail me
I will swim the seas, walk the earth and fly through the heavens
Just so we can be together as I sing to you blissful tunes
Touch my parts and taste my heart as yours forever I’ll be.
“Damn it, son! Damn it! Damn it, you hit the mirror above the sink!” His father shouts as the bullets of cum shoot forth from his son’s cock and hits the adjacent mirror directly in front of the porcelain bathroom thrown. gej porno His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds.
“Coach told us. To go beat off. Seeing all those tents in our shorts; he said we should have all been working out naked. Our shorts weren’t covering up, anything, as our cock’s periscoped out and over the elastic waistbands of our shorts.” He says to his dad as he steps from the shower. Exactly a week after, daddy texted me with a different tone saying, “ get your ass ready tonight cause daddy is coming to your place tonight.” He was usually really sweet and nice, I was shot when I got the message. But automatically I said, “ yes daddy!” I guess I am a slutty whore for him right at the beginning as I knew my place where is always going to be inferior.
He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise. “See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.”
He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower. The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze.