Anoldgunwithfire

When I remembered my birthday it seemed like I was getting old but then I stood before the mirror with my gun. It held and fired with real force pushing me front and back.

I thought having not slept with someone for nearly 10 years now would have made me a little unpassionate dumbo. But no it looks like it was there and I never lost it. I can be as tender and aristocratic like a king or wild like a beast. I can be a dog if I find a bitch ( just fuck from behind and you will never know) or as caressing like a human needs to.

God made women beautiful and delicate. Any part of their body can be compared to some form of nature. I can write poems on their beauty and feel their feelings.

Well life has given me all what I was supposed to get and would seek pleasure in

Lying in shadow of your tresses
Caressing the folding creases
Feeling the breath of the warm air
When fragrance of love makes pair
Feeling some parts becoming tender
When a true touch makes them tenter
Sleep in a bed with no sex but feel the warmth
Or have passionate sex with starry night stormed


Promise I need passion and love