Buff Muscles Forum

HUGS

I've known you for a while;
-- grown accustomed to your smile...
And miss you when you're gone for long.
Whether at the gym or job,
- with your family or the mob
(of people who you greet over the miles)

I've grown accustomed to your presence;
-- & to me it's just like incense...
The soft sound of your deep voice
- it makes me long;
... Makes my heart beat harder as I listen to your laughter;
That spring of joy within you is my song.
 
But the thing I long for most is the time we spend alone,
As we speak of how the week has gone
- sometimes over the phone.
And when your shadow gently graces the doorway of my home,
I look forward to the heart-felt hug I'll give you
- till you groan.
 
Shoes come off; - now come inside;
- What's mine is your's to loan,
The food is fresh, the cupboards friendly
(the dog stays at his bone.)
 
And as we eat, we shoot the breeze
- & comment on the game,
That plays on TV in the background;
- We shout when points are made.
 
And as the clock hands circle:
round, - & round & round, some more;
We'll slowly wander to the bedroom
& clothes will cover floor.
 
The sheets are clean & fresh & cool
-- And welcoming your warmness;
Considering the future near
- gives rise to certain stiffness...

And as we slide across their spance
- we slowly come to our embrace;
Snuggling up - pecs to pecs
- we mingle shadows - face to face.
 
You're hunky, warm & slightly furry,
and in this haze my vision's blurry,
But my hands are speaking for my eyes
as I gently stroke your muscle lines.
 
Your tummy breathing - abs are heaving;
A pounding heart that speaks no lies;
Your hardened stiffness firmly pulses
& teases memories of lover's cries.
 
And as you cuddle with your double
- & trickle sweat from pits & thighs,
With my tongue I'll savor - all your flavor; -
(Do you feel the passion in my eyes?)
 
It comes too soon - your sweat does glisten;
your embrace it tightens;
-- Your body stiffens;
Your muscles crawl beneath my hands
as your posture shifts to satiate glands
 
And as your breathing starts to stress
- into a passion'd sigh,
I know full well your straining lungs will next let out a cry.

Your toes are curled,
your back it arches & as you catch a breath:
I'll cuddle you as a lover does
- help thru this little death...

A perfect lover is a mirror,
& passions are reflected back;
So timing keeps in harmony's wake
the responses sought to tighten slack.

As to your groin: It's full of fire
-- I know this too;
-- My passion's higher;

I'm right here with you
- in this love feast;
With your first volley 
- I find release...
 
Your gentle weight
- & quivering muscles;
Quite a virile pair;
Your tightened belly,
hardened globes & lungs that crush the air,

Manly hotness - splattering groins;
-- Your watering eyes cry not.
Frantic intensity spilling from loins;
-- It's the climax of our plot.
 
But above this frenzy is a passionate hug
- (that embodies your trust) -
as your response speaks of  love.

And as we resolve - (coming down from on high) -
that warm hug remains that unites you & I.