I don’t care that you’re an ok stud to begin with
It’s your transformation from a frog to a king; is what turns me on
It’s your metamorphosis from a beetle bug to a ruler of a massive castle
A dirt at the bottom of my shoe to a dynamite
An eerie ghastly thing
To something so tangible, tasteable, finger licking sweet
Something so cold and hard; now sunny and malleable
It’s your aura; it’s the truth
It binds me from the back
Your arms reaching out
For a grasp
And there’s no turning back…



Published by Samasya Tapasya

Samasya? Tapasya!

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