• Midnight, winter, classy. He is all of those things.
    As my fingers touch his neck, I smile as he whispers.
    Finally my own precious boy that only I can touch.
    I stroke his body gently, worried that I will harm him,
    but he never is not afraid of me like I am.
    He is hushed, its one of the most most beautiful things
    I have ever seen because he is mine.
    If only you could see his beauty.
    I love you... Phishie Billa George Jernl.