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A Poem For My Idol:
The wind is constant around me. With every breath it whispers to me "Gervais". Nature's near silent crooning of that gentle, sweet man's name; like butterfly kisses for my ears. The soothing caress of the wind, reminds me of the romantic times we shared, of love, of lust. How he set me upon my bed and we both bathed, naked, in the *golden light of the moon (Or some other erotic bullshit metaphor). With every whirl of wind, every feral gust, it's like his love is wrapping around my entire body, engulfing me, taking me beyond all control and i just fold myself to him and to his every sordid desire. The wind makes me stiff.
*Bathing in golden light is me saying that he pissed all over me (Kieran/Kiera for short). Hence, the origin of a "golden shower" came from our intimate love making sessions, just in case i'm too deep for you.
Geravis 4 Lyfe <333