all new again

it's beautiful to meet a beautiful man
a man who dreams out loud
whose laugh makes me want to laugh
whose tenderness comes unaffected

it's beautiful to feel the voice of a beautiful man
who's sensitive and yet a man without fears
not afraid to be the man his heart desires
not afraid to reach out in words and actions

it's beautiful to be near a beautiful man
whose face awakens my desires
whose lips are open to my kisses
whose not afraid to feel my closeness

it's beautiful to be with a beautiful man
who gives himself with passion
no games, no script to reach desires
his glance to mine the aphrodisiac 

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