it would be easy to deny the unwritten, unspoken, unexpected desire that dances across the sky between us. too easy, in fact.
ultimately, it won’t be a matter of when, how, or where this denial will disappear, but only a matter of which one of us will make it so.
then, that same sky won’t be the limit to our being, just a place to start.
(writing for you like this, writing of love and foreverness, makes my cock hard. i want to fuck your body, and your innocence)