Naked boy spy cam. what sky do you say in blue? Well, well, if not in blue – let them float across the blue sky, – listen.
and you, by chance, not blue? not? and what – never tried? Well, yes, with the boys.
oh do not be ridiculous! the thesis that “this is bad”, let’s leave for the poor – I’m about something else: is it true or not, did you try? never ever? in the pancake! I do not know what to say.
listen-u-shay, but let’s have fun – let’s pretend that we are blue, and – standing in anticipation of the bus – in anticipation of repeating yesterday, I will gently look at you with love eyes, and my palm as if involuntarily and therefore irrefutably natural slide down your elastic, ass-wrapped jeans, and you, bringing your face close to mine, pressing your hot hardness of your groin into my thigh, will whisper something quietly to me in response to my silent touches, weaving your hot breath into the warm April wind pm and – intoxicated with our love, not noticing anyone around, we will stand against the background of a flaming sunset under a lonely protruding visor of a bus stop blown by all winds, and people standing next to us waiting for the bus will look at us like you and I are fabulous, unknown to them the aliens, as if brought from another galaxy to this dusty city outskirts, – they will stare at us, clinging to each other, eyes, and we will not care for them.
- young and happy, we will continuously look at each other, reveling in spring and love, and when the bus comes, we jump into his rumbling belly and, still not noticing anyone around, we will leave somewhere, to the apartment or the cottage – to the place where nobody will be around for thousands of light years, and there, beyond the boring “common sense”, we will love each other with inspiration all night long, with young tirelessness again and again alternating our young unsaturated butts one after another, and when dawn breaks out outside the window Astute, with swollen limbs and half-open minks, clinging to each other, we fall asleep under one blanket, dividing one pillow for two, – listen, let’s joke that we are blue !.