White, Grey, Tight

White

     Pure;
     Clean,
     Clear.
     But not my intention,
     Not my mind.
     It’s green, love.
     Every time I looked at you
     with that white plain top.


Grey…
     Colorless;
     Boring,
     Nondescript.
     But not in my eyes, love..
     It’s so appealing.
     When I saw you,
     on that grayscale photograph.

Tight…
     Hard;
     Stiff,
     Tense.
     So manly,
     I saw it.
    The bulge,
    between your thighs.

    It’s teasing me, love…

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