GAZING AT HER CHRISTMAS CARD

My gaze goes

wandering,

caressing

your form,

if only,

if only,

it would be

my hands on your flesh

exploring,

exploring,

my mouth on your breasts

tasting their buds,

kissing my way

up your thighs,

up your thighs

to the object of my desire,

to the object of my desire,

your soft flesh,

your soft flesh

receiving my longing.

18.01.2026