Youthful yearning keeps churning for just a fistful of your energy, fondling my muscles to move, kneading my ass to shake, squeezing me to twist ‘n’ shout “OH, YES!” real loud as you make my earth quake.

(To You: For weeks I’ve wondered if you come to visit my blog. Afraid of loss, I decided that if you did come here, you stopped. Lately, inspiration in my world has been gone, but music has given me some reprieve. I’ve learned no matter what I’ll care. I hope you don’t mind the love I share;)