Hard, tan body. Hair tousled.
I hand you coffee. Weren't
You my king so long ago?
Under The Hood
Your jeans are stretched tight as you bend under the hood,
T-shirt rumpled, pulled up. My hairy chest man.
Those jeans. So tight, revealing, beckoning.
'Would you like dinner now? I have
Let us walk, my king, through
Palace halls, with my hand in
Yours. Warmth. Warmer.
I bring your hand to my lips