Kissing Burton

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