Intension to share.

The toned mountains of muscle perched on your shoulders that race down your spine. The shelled out biceps that crunch up to hold my tender shadow, to lift my thighs around your waist and inhale life. Just to hold your neck in the palms of my hands, to rest my lips upon your soft skin and breathe. The scent of masculinaty against the action to steal the warmth for us to share. The sheer enjoyment of the moment that i’ll be spending with you, to view you from all angles and accept you in each minute of them. The diversity of the action that all replicate into one, simply accepting the idea of allowing you to hold me up, hold me high in each worldly manner.