The Perfect Man

The Perfect Man by Khari D. Hawke You. Ya know who ya are. That build intoxicates me. That ass just beckons me. I have been staring at them ass-filled boxer briefs for longer than I can remember. I am enthralled when i hear your happy sunshining voice. I am thinking about the feel of those tender lips, the taste of that flawless skin. That vibrance you give me, makes me happy for days. You don't know those thoughts of intimacy rising in me as you approach me. As i give you your goodbye hug, I think about not letting go. It feels so good. I place my hands on your back. That's as much as i have, to pacify myself. Cuz what I really want is to slide my hands down further. Down.... Man. If you only knew.  Some of the things I think about are sexual. I think about how it would feel to make my move. How it would feel to press my lips against your vibrant, perfect lips. How your tongue would feel on my pecs as it works its way down my body. I think about how it would feel to have my throb pop right into a waiting throat. How i would fill your jaw while i watch the sweat drip down my abs and into your hair. How that hair is busy at the moment being pulled as i drive all of me into your mouth. I think about how it would feel to hold you on my shoulders, returning the favor while i cup your perfect black hindquarters into my hands. I think about how it would feel to pull you close to me backfirst, allowing my hard muscle to slide down into the back of those draws. How it would feel to grind up against you with nothing but sweat as our lubrication. How it would feel to share my love with you; initiated by one hard thrust to let you know you are mine. I think about how it would feel to lift you off your feet, and with your legs around my waist give all of my bliss to you. How it would feel to share that moment of powerful, synchronized, climax, as your dna erupts onto me, while mine explodes into you. How it would feel to look deep into your eyes after that exhilarating peak of intimacy. I think about how it would feel to be with you.  Some of my thoughts are intimate. I think about how it would feel to have my arm around you while we laugh at a movie. I think about how it would feel to have you laugh at my caveman-style of eating. I think about how it would feel to have you pressed against me as we playfully wrestle for control. I think about how it would feel to have a compassionate shoulder to lean on and let out the tears i have always held inside. I think about how it would feel to have your voice melodically singing about how you love me for my soul as much as body. I think about how it would feel to have your soothing voice calming me down before I beat a *** down. I think about how it would feel to have you laugh at my ludicrous taste in clothing. I think about how it would feel to have no more 'uncomfortable silences'. I think about how it would feel to have your voice bragging about me to your friends. I think about how it would feel to have you on my arm. But most importantly, I think about how it would feel to have YOU. I think about how it would feel to be with you. Mind, Body, and Soul.  And just as my mind is finished wandering just for that instant, I finish my goodbye and sadness sets in. I want you. I crave for you. I fiend for some of you so bad i can feel myself going thru the withdrawal. Your spunk, your vigor, your fun, your love, your support, your calm, your sureness. And as you walk away from me, and toward your way home, I think to myself. If only you were just real....period......