You gaze out at me, totally at ease in your skyclad state, completely unembarrassed by being seen as nature intended. Dark hair, dark eyes, almost black, like moist olives, from my perspective, but sparkling with youthful joie de vivre, the glorious light eggshell brown of your tanned skin, hinting at the blood of exotic southern places coursing through your veins, white teeth glittering in contrast, displayed through your delightful, natural smile, your happiness unabashedly on show.
Your body, silky smooth and glabrous as a dolphin, neither fat nor thin, but sturdy, robust, beautifully proportioned, suggestions of nascent musculature, as yet undeveloped, ideal for your stage in life.
My eyes drawn inexorably lower, lighting upon the wonderous perfection of all that makes you a boy, at rest now, but so obviously full of vigour, making ready to bring such pleasure to you and to the one, or the many, lucky enough to share your love in years to come.
Would that I could reach through the texture of space and time and enfold you in a warm embrace, that would be enough for me, to assuage the itch of wanting, of wishing, though if you wanted more, I'd deny you nothing I was capable of giving, because nothing is too good for you, beautiful boy.
Picture perfect, in a perfect picture.
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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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