Am I or am I just addicted to male nudity?
The more body hair on male or female
The more aroused I get, fantasies behind
My closed eyes more potent than those on
oN, better OFF, more arousing, more piercing,
More effective, more climatic than on screen,
I dance, groan, I strut my gay nakedness like
A naked wild bull in a pen with a naked mature
Matador with his steely long sword and blood-
Drenched cape and troubadour hat, those shoes
Too, that dust wrenched up, the smell of sweet
Sweat, the abundant wild body hair, the feel of
This moment, my life or my death!? That instant
Of arousal, the fired-up loins, the lions let loose,
The other raging bull, forget that matador, just
Give me that , those raving mad- nostril bulls,
To lead me to climax, to invade me my person
My mouth and the whole of asshole , to claim
Then as rightfully theirs, to make my penis te so
Spend pound grow, e flame engorged hot red blood,
A total complete sill of all my senses my manhood
About to burst into molten semened beautiful release
Breed me my loins repeating overflowing me so to so now
Blow out my brains and cook my male nakedness forever
Till you bulls fuck me with rampant penises once again!
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