His tongue slid across mine…feeling all of his
taste buds…gently retracting his tongue…burly
hands stroking the nape of my neck…burly hands
stroking the small of my back. My cheeks brush
against…the coarse hairs of his whiskers…Sunkist
orange/brown sugar/Indian red beard.
He draws me closer…closer…closest. His hard body
…against…mind…his hard…body…pressed…
against me. I experience his…naked flesh…hairy
chest…his rigid nipples…tantalizing…playful
…delighting the sensitive part of the my ribcage. A
descending hand cups my buttocks…squeezing…
seeing…if I am real…letting me know…know
…that he isn’t a figment…of imagination…allowing
him to…aaahh! I am happy, caressing a nude,
mounting arousal overwrought against my navel. I feel
the love…his lust…my uncontrollable excitement
…his anxious seminal flow drooling down…to
a charming snake hiding in the musty forest. Darting
your pink monster between…gooey lips…into
my eternal throat…as you please…were using
both burly hands to—travel between the valley…
outlying the riverbed to the infinite gap. My lips
slip…so does your fingers, you say. I began tasting
your broad neck…your round shoulders…back…
your fingers found a home inside me
I am ecstatic.
You are real. My nails drive into your…shoulder
blades. The surge between me and…you is complete.
Falling like water…off a cliff…my hands grope the
…mounds of bubbly flesh. Touching…Feeling…caressing
…then we part lips
