Like a ballerina ready to give me this dance,
Beautiful boy, do you know how to dance? Or you only look like you do.
Trim grey blazer thrown over
Smart white collar shirt as low as the American Apparel Deep-V,
Not sure if I could fit into your pants..
Skinny navy blue scarf looped carelessly over your neck,
Soft brown leather loafers that look more like Oxfords,
Feminine and soft the way your bag is slung over one shoulder hanging to your hips,
Hips that could be the centerpiece of my painting,
Framed by your abs on top and your quads below,
And front and center..
Smell every layer of your clothes, from head to toe,
That leather belt like the red ribbon that unwraps a present I don't want to open just yet,
Enjoy the means not the end,
Delay the post-nebulous state,
I never wanted you.
I wanted to be you.
But also anticipate giddily the feelings for thought.
Beautiful boy, the gift that keeps on giving.
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