Sunday, August 2, 2009

The next morning


The sun creeps in over the hilly crest streaming through the open window. It kisses my eye lids and cheek. The soft velvet blanket cascaded across our naked bodies acts as a pathway to our souls. Our toes our barely touching as if it is the first time they've held hands,eager but cautious. His knees butt against mine as if they are shielding them from on coming blast. I thank him by elegantly flopping the head of my penis on to his recoiled scrotum. A smile arises through his thick amber beard. His belly scoots closer and grazes mine with the thick mane of hair stretching from his crotch on through his soft features like shrubs through a rolling plain. His eyes gently peel open, and a breath of soft air escapes his lungs and showers my face, a hint of the chicken parmesan we cooked the night before still lingers. I inhale deep. Our eyes met for the first time since I witnessed them quiver as he ejaculated across my back and gently drizzle on to my hair . "well hello there" he speaks. The excess skin beneath his chin rumbles gracefully. A single tear raises to my lid as I struggle to conjure words. "good morning Barry"

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