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Right now
Across the ocean
You are rolling over on your mattress, cock pressed to the floor
White walls
White shades
Barracuda sounds from the community hall next door
An ì•„ì €ì”¨ is sniping away at his car, your mother's boss's car, everybody's car
As they flow down the narrow, busy road
Pointing away from the mountain you don't climb any more
With your bad knees
Towards the sea, towards the sunrise
Towards me.
The box I sent you for your birthday
I imagine your mother carefully placing it in the corner of your tiny room
So that when you roll over
White legs
Brown cock
Your feet brush against it, brush against the box I sent you, the books I sent you
For your birthday, wrapped in a velvet purple ribbon
Defiantly, because I knew you would say 'that's not my favorite color'
And I would have this moment of release
When you were forced to think about me, about something I liked, something I loved
About color
About me
This catharsis when I force you to acknowledge what I am to you
Acknowledge love
And color
And me
Your pale feet are pressing against the brown box in the corner of your room
Full of books, but you don't know that
Because you never opened it
Your white thighs flex, because your cock is hard now, the power of the box
Seeping through your soles
Your hand is clenching, squeezing your white duvet
Remembering my red mouth on your white neck
My blue fingernails trembling through your soft black hair
A cobweb of precum gathering on the base of your hard cock
As I slip a fat pink nipple in your mouth
And push all of that color
All of me
On top of the slippery tip, making you fuck me
Fuck color and sound, soft teal sighs and sticky red wishes and blue, always blue when I whisper your name
When I call your name
When I cum underneath you.
When you cum
More white.
White on your rusty fingertips, white belly, white walls
Surrounding the box where you keep me
The box you pretend isn't there
Unless you've just woken up,
Unless
Your body reaches for color
Before you can stop it
You body reaches
For me.
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