S's XXXV

Filthy bedsheet in a hotel room
I’m, as quite often, without you
Have I done something that made my anus explode?
Presumably yes, but who cares? Probably someone…
As for me, I am under the blanket in crap
Still lying without you, though temporary not cold

While touching that wet smelly mud
That was erupting from the deep down inside
November the sixth has been embedded so hard
That I shall never forget in the life’s rapid glide
My memory of someone so special and hot
Golden flocked handsome boy with his eyes so sexy that bought
My obsession and hunger that I may never resell
Am I touching else where, well, if you want, I could tell…

You’re a smooth silky wave - I am a vessel you roll
You’re a car that goes fast - I am a toilet at toll
You’re an anus that’s clean - I am an enema set
You’re a dump wet bedsheet - I am an elder who has peed on this bed…

Thirsty… I can feel when in desert
Horny… I do feel when I look at your face
Got my penis erect, do you have an idea
Of hiding it in a wet cosy place?

Naughty… I felt already when opened your photo
Thinking how there’s only one seat in a bus
And you’re taking a ride on my lap like a laptop
Road is bumpy, there’s no you and me, only us…

Relieved… I will feel when we’re finally meeting each other
Surfing? Depends…
Cum and shrooms?
Will be all over the place…

Wrapping that up on this day that is special
Though when I am writing this line, it is actually not
It’s end of October with quite shitty weather
But as you know under my duvet is incredibly hot

Wishing you on your thirty fifth birthday
More of nice things and much lesser of not
And please be aware that I am admired so strongly
By your sexy body and god tier golden flocks