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Boring gray Monday The cobbles of the pedestrian street crawl under your feet I roll around with my eyes down avoiding the crowd with a reflex My mind's still on the weekend The sound of music the wavering of the bodies the tension of the muscles the gleam of the faces in the dark blue light it all melts into one living thing but as my head clears it's fading away I'm gonna raise my eyes and inhale the fresh morning air
- Hi - hi
I'll take a look around People all around me but no one I know My eyes run all over the faces but he can't face anyone Nobody seems to be listening to me I'm sure I wasn't the one they wanted to greet Falling back into my clearing world I move on
- How you doing?
I'm stopping again I look at the faces again but no one seems to care People pass by me without interest and there's only one butt smiling at me as it passes by I'm hitting on her Was it you? Instead of an answer a new question arrives:
- Would you do it?
It's a very nice back You guessed rightit's giving me back thoughts How insolent He's teasing me with impudence It is worn in blue jeans which stretch nicely and the colour fading and fading on the fabric gives a marbled effect That ass must be as hard as a rock Ancient Greek athletes ' statues had such a wonderfully embossed buttocks
- We're busy "he glances at his master whose head I can only see and his body in proportion"
Oh yeah No wonder you look like this they seem to care about you Now wait a minute You won't get away from me that easily I speed up my steps and bump into people when I want to overtake them Just don't let him out of my sight I'm getting angry glances at passers-by but I'm ignoring them and I'm apologizing to everyone with a big smile And the little bastard acts like he's forgotten me He looks into the world with a bored face and just stares back at me like he wasn't the one who just talked me down I'll get in at a traffic light
- What do you want? - he's asking and I really don't know what to say Just watch I'll spit it out I know exactly what I want Hold it in your hands and hold it tight Smooth it over so I can feel every little twitch of your muscles Squeeze it to my groin for my skin to take over the warmth of his body But what would your master say? I'm looking at the guy He notices that I'm looking over his shoulder at his face and he looks at me I turn my head in confusion He's very handsome Masculine complexion but still a gentle look Large brown slightly smiling eyes thick eyebrows above and similar thick dark brown gelatinous hair
- Well that's us - find proudly the ass saving the situation thereby drawing attention to himself again The light turns green the boy moves and at the bottom of his pants the wrinkles play left and right at every step like chattering lips that just don't want to be silent I'm a little behind so I'm just gonna take two or three steps and listen to him chitchat
So together I can see the shapely legs that hold it see the butt itself and the slim body that comes out of it covered in a brown leather jacket
- How do you think I am? Is it smooth or hairy? Do I look pale or tan? Perhaps slightly hairy and such perky little butts are not so shy that
they hide behind their bathing suits on the beach The sunblock flows through the spherical forms as the material drips down into the grooves after completion A hair sometimes absorbs the liquid but a careful hand smoothes the sunspot evenly over the skin so that the heated pores can drink it The rays of the sun floating above the salt water of the sea glisten on the sun's brown bottom which slits in the sand
A yellow tram is rolling into the station The guy's climbing up the middle door As he steps on the vehicle the Wrinkle in his pants says one last good-bye So that's it? Five minutes and a few hundred meters? I'm going to jump up the back door fast and it's already ringing to warn me that it's closing and I'm pushing into the middle of the vehicle in the crowd I can't think of anything else The company the boss the job? I don't care I'll call in sick
The boy is hanging by the door I'll get behind him I can smell the skin of his jacket over his shoulder but I can smell the warm scent of perfume his body is giving me The tram will accelerate and brake We swing our bodies forward and back together as we stretch our muscles to stay on our feet We're going forward again and back again Our movements are rhythmic We move at the same pace our bodies are almost as one Like the forest in the storm My knee is in the bend of his knee my leg is on his thigh I've got her ass in my groin and I've got my belly pressed firmly against her waist His back is leaning on my chest but my face is around his neck I feel like time has stopped and the vehicle is still rattling on with us
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