Piercing blue eyes
Pale blond hair
Slim and fit
A perfect specimen.
I stand back
Take in the picture
Young, too young
I curse out loud.
"What's the matter?"
Young..."nothing"
He suddenly smiles
More years fall away.
Looking so innocent
His eyes say otherwise
They pool with desire
Oh god, I'm in trouble.
He leans in closer
Whispers in my ear
Far from sweet nothings
Temptations I can't resist.
I pull him down to me
Mouth covering mouth
Forgetting the span
I take what he gives.
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