every time i see him,
i think to myself:
“i want to ride him into the next century.”
that is the tamest i’ve said.
he is exactly my type i’d deal with,
the only thing is that he is covered in snow…
i see this snow wolf every day.
it’s like he is on my “law of attraction” radar.
when i think about him,
he will randomly pop up.
i try not to leer,
but it’s really hard.
he has caught me peepin’ him a few times.
i can’t help it.
he does construction.
i don’t particularly know what he is doing,
but all i know,
he is there to fix something that’s broke.
he might be there to cum fix my celibacy blues for a night.
he always wears tight t-shirts,
the same dirty jeans,
gloves in his back right pocket,
his arms is what i noticed first.
his pecs was next.
his tail isn’t big,
but there is something to grab on.
he was taking off his sweater and his t-shirt underneath rode up today.
i saw his naked back and i swear i almost lost my mind.
you can tell he knows his way around the gym.
he always has on a fitted,
walks kinda bow legged,
and looks stupid masculine.
that “snow wolf” masculine.
the type that fights strangers outside bars when his favorite team loses,
but will fuck the shit out of you when they win.
he looks irish or maybe even italian.
moreso irish tho.
i don’t care what he is.
in my imagination,
he is “a fuck”.
i got chills writing that.
alas i’m sure he is straight.
my fantasy wolves tend to b.