What’s Crossing Your Mind II

A loving caress, so soft on my cheek…
the hand that places it, is unusually meek.

There are questions in this touch,
A need to be told.

But in this silence we don’t talk,
The words seem too bold.

So we lay here in solitude,
Our thoughts in our mind.

And dwell so deeply,
On those left behind.


We will love you, remember you, honour you….until the day comes that we join you. ❤️
 
I'd love to have something novel or interesting crossing my mind to wow everyone with.

But it's boobs. Tits. Lickable, suckable, flickable and possibly fuckable titties of the spectacular variety.

Boobs under clothes. Boobs coming out to play. Boobs slapping me in the face in a futile attempt to knock some sense into me. Boobs in my hands, fingertips kneading at soft, warm flesh. Boobs swaying gently, then maybe not so gently as she rides. Boobs covered in hot, sticky cum before being licked clean.

Boobs used to tease. Boobs used to please.

This is what is crossing my mind.
 
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I find that person incredibly creepy. And the way they use that word over and over makes my skin crawl.
 
Today was first day I got back into working out after getting sick. Didn't do resistance training though. I knew I wasn't up for it. Walked two sessions of 20 minutes each. 25 minutes of shoulder range of motion and rotation exercises.
 
That I just wasted 3 seconds of your life reading this post that you’ll never get back. :D
 
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My cat that ran to me fast when she heard me cryin in my bed in the morning. Was sort of both cute and sad.
 
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