Maybe it’s just the air here.

Or maybe not.

Maybe it’s how you aren’t intimidated easily.

Maybe it’s your boyish panache.

Maybe it’s the overwhelming power of your confidence

Curtained by subtle and deceptive modesty.

Maybe it’s the idea of you taking over the world.

Maybe it’s that infectious smile of yours

over a hidden source of humor.

Maybe it’s that mind-numbing energy of yours.

Maybe it’s the loud goodwill radiating from you.

Or maybe it’s not.

Maybe it’s the fact that I hate your promiscuity

but still love the charm you put in it so smoothly!

Maybe it’s just me challenging myself

to break you free of this infection

and win you for good and forever.

Maybe it’s just me trying to show

that the humility I seek is better than the rise you crave.

Maybe it’s just me telling you

that I believe you have that humility in you too.

Maybe it’s just me craving your attention for mine to keep.

Or maybe it’s not.

Maybe it’s the way you caress and kiss my feet.

Maybe it’s the way you blow your playful kisses through crowds.

Maybe it’s how you bewilder me by all the things I do

Just to get some more love from you.

Maybe it’s the burning pain in all the bites, marks and bruises

left from the time and attention you spare for me.

Maybe it’s the way you rest your head on my bosom for a haven sometimes.

Maybe it’s just me loving the idea of being your tiny bit of solace.

Or maybe it’s none of it all!

Maybe it’s just your cum all over on me.