Sunday, December 31, 2006

Au Revoir to the love of my life

Bones has me disillusioned, his flesh turned coat and stepped over the line of attraction. I look at the arrogant, primped body covered in fashion and wonder where he went. What happened to the boy that slept so peacefully, beautifully showing me the outline of his inner form? Bones? I whisper it gently, hoping, half expecting him to flash his toothy grin with that sparkle in the eye sockets that I knew so well. But I receive no answer from this machine of society that stands before me. So here's to Bones, to the memory of my strangest fetish and most unrequited love. I will always hold you close.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Trouble, with a rating

I hear him chuckle through my pleasure from where he has ‘gone down on’ me, as he likes to gently put it. Something he enjoys, something that culminates in ripples of pleasure forcing their way through me on a level that transcends my body. And there, through the clouding of my mind I hear him chuckling, loving what he can do to me, loving the act of loving. He kisses one last time before crawling up my bed towards me, still smiling. Enjoyed that didn’t you, the statement emanates from his eyes and his smile, both of which are darkened by pleasure of his own. It is a question that requires no verbalisation and receives an answer, also unspoken, that is all too apparent to be mistaken. He feels accomplished, I feel indescribable. I smile and kiss him with a whispered thank you, feeling the heat of him resting eagerly against my thigh as he strokes my neck. He tells me we’ll wait until I’m ready and somehow, like no one before, he knows exactly when that is.