Senses

Donatello thrives on touch
The craving of his yearning body
Stroked along the naked flank
He eagerly takes what his brothers give

Raphael loves hearing
The husky ahs he elicits
He touches Don to make him moan and groan
The soft sounds are music to his ears

Leonardo savours sight
Their scarce presence is so precious to him
When shades dance on Raph’s talking mouth
His eyes hoard every moment of it

Michelangelo tastes and smells
Licking every inch of their salty bodies
Kissing Leo on the opened eyes
Their scents mingle in his throat, delicious and loving

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