wild at heart

wild at heart

Do you know that specific feeling of playing in the outside?
Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air?
Approaching the world as you like it and doing everything as you well please?
Laughing out loud and rock and roll?
In the grass or on the beach?
Standing on top of a dune, seeing the ocean, feeling as free as my thoughts can be and you enjoying every bit of it with me.
Daring to dream everything, and that if you happen to dare, dare more and live up to these same dreams.
Dreams that are familiar, but also dreams that lead you off the beaten track.
Beyond that safe, but sometimes oh so stifling frame of reference.
Not only pursuing your dreams, but to experience, and allow yourself to feel all this in a conscious way.
Feel you consciously.
Having so much fun at a festival.
Dancing, frivolous, sharing an icecream.
Accidentally bumping into you, expand that a little longer in a playful way. Try to make you feel me. Maybe you feel (me) already. You know (me) already. You recognize (me) already.
Quasi nonchalant around each other.
Heating things up.
Going into that forest path together.
Supposedly to pee.
Because peeing outside can be so so wonderful.
With the right person. In the right place and in the same kinda mood.
So me very plausibly pulling my pants down.
You who’s on the lookout if anyone is coming.
But not really, because the heat is on (you) and it brought you in ecstasy.
In ecstasy, in a state of desire, and here comes another nice one: satisfaction.
So stay in front of me, I’ll turn you around myself.
The idea of ​​being caught plays my mind, but it’s not what drives me. Now. Here.
I want to open your pants. See your hard cock. Take it out.
I want it deliciously in my mouth. Lick it. Suck it. Taste it. Give you the most perfect outside blowjob. Like the way I do.
Your hands grab my hair. Tighter. Come on, baby, lead me. Like the way you can.
It all goes well and it doesn’t take me long.
Before I taste your warm sperm and I can lick my lips.
Then putting everything nicely back in normal way.
Going into the crowd and into the music.
Knowing that I will meet you again much later.
When it gets dark and the lights are beautiful.
Where magic happens and I will ask you:
Want go wild with me? Show me the way, baby. Not all those who wander are lost.
I’m just naughty by nature and wild at heart.


All artwork by Puck Rietveld

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