em terceira pessoa.

To lay. In a Bed.
My bad... mood.
To imagine. You.
My Pillow.
Foolishness.

I dream... like, if i could touch you.

So i drop out the thougthness.
My desire would spill over
as cum.

That's why i drop it out.
It's dirty, even for me.

I put myself in a place where i can look at you deeply.
Wherever the place. You are in the picture. You look at me too.

I need the right picture. Only you and me.


'cause if I'm going to feed my platonic love I will share that with you...

even if you are a picture.


Cum on. It's not that platonic. I feel that.
my love is real as your boobs.

Laught for me once again. Tell me "No" before i die in love.
Worst. Tell me "no" before the love dies. And perhaps... I'll find a way to fuck you with no love. I mean, at least with the rage, part of loving.

Everybody's happy.

you Bitch. The way they will call you. But I... ? I'll still be a man anyway.