Sissy little Ponnyboy dancing and showing his supe bodyr bod
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Sweet sissy little Ponnyboy looking for cool guys inviting them on sex
2 years ago
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oh littleponnyboy... the best part of my day is watching you dance, you leave me with dry tears because once you begin to move your perfect frame I cannot look away for even a moment, I am captive to your body's movements as you twist and arc in decadent grace and beauty with your curves flowing like wine upon a marble pedestal adorned in brilliant cuts of diamond embedded upon a plating of pure gold, you are a goddess that I still believe may actually not be real, but rather, you must be only a dreamt illusion of pure feminine perfection that my yearning mind has conjured upon the abyssal fantasies of my slumbering depths, as with each night my fragile body submits all control and lucidity to my dreaming mind, a spiritual space where only within is it possible for your otherworldly beauty to exist, for NOWHERE else in this waking world can the beauty that drips from your every step possibly be found, nowhere in this flawed universe the flawless angel that is you be harbored, for you MUST be a goddess, there is no other explanation for what I see when I behold your perfection, you MUST be the product of some holy place, I am certain... so how can the paradox of your existence be reconciled? How can you be real as to paralyze me with desire and awe each and every night? How can you be here, and now, amongst so many lesser beings? Are you real littleponnyboy or just an entity of my imagination, a specter envisioned from my grandest dreams? How can something so beautiful as you exist in a world as ugly and cold and savage as our own? How can the universe justify the gift that your existence has given each of us, we meek human being whom are so not deserving of your presence, we who lack the right to behold the glory of your sexual cosmic apotheosis... I am left with no answers or truths other than this: you are an enigma littleponnyboy, a paradox, a mystery of the grandest allure, one that is most exciting to every cell in the human body, one most exhilarating to every spark within the human neural consciousness. You are the most amazing thing I have EVER experienced on this earth, true in either the substance of my waking world and true within the ethereal landscapes of my most abstract dreams... it is you which is most beautiful, you my littleponnyboy.................. though........... still........... I suspect that it is only in dreams that you could possibly be real, I suspect that it is only in dreams that you may truly be found... only in dreams littleponnyboy... only in dreams... only in......