I love you boy....I love you from the top of your dreads, your dark skin that reminds me of creamy milk chocolate or double fudge cookies that have been left in the oven too long. I love your sexy brown eyes and the way they stare at me, when I have to look up to you...them soft juicy lips that drive me crazy when you kiss me. I love the way your deep voice calls out "Cha" come here, or when you call and say " how was your day baby" ? I love the way your breath feels on my neck when you embrace me. I love the way your chest feels when I lay my head on you when you are in the bed watching the game. I love the way your strong manly hands feel when you rub all over me, when you touch me and take me to ecstacy. Man you just don't know how safe I feel when you hold me tight during our love making sessions, during our long talks that last into the wee hours of the night. I love the way your legs feel pressed up again mine, the muscular shape of them as if you have been playing ball all of your life, they way they support the strong manly 6'4 stature of the great man you are.
Oh, I love you man. I love the way you looked the other night with your polo shirt on, nice big boy jeans and those J's to match the fitted. You just don't know what you do you to me when you dress like the D boys....don't get me wrong, I love the way you switch that swag up to carry on with your professional life the way you do. Damn boy you just don't know what you do to me. The only problem is, you're only in my dreams.
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