pulse of my body
of his body
i can feel as we dance
he's wearing those corduroys again
dark, earthy brown and sexy
mine are dark green
his hands glide over my back
my thighs
my ass
his hands gently cup my cheeks
and i gasp into his throat as our mouths mate
our faces part
my eyes glide over his features
the perfect red lips
incredible cheekbones
he's my height so we have good eye contact
clear brown bedroom eyes like Paul McCartney's
complexion a light tan flushed with rose
the flush of health and lust
i love the fact that he is clean-shaven but
his complexion is such that he nevertheless has a shadow on his face
the hair that was blond at the tips yet darkened to black at the roots
no, he didn't dye it
his hair's just sensitive to the sun
like the way I'm sensitive to his touch:
it makes me more bright
he wears shoes of brown suede
which i tease him about cause he's vegetarian
i'm just a wanna-be so i guiltlessly wear black leather
a natural green t-shirt is tucked in; his belt is hard and black
the shirt nonchalantly clings to his chest:
slender but strong and oh so hot from our ritual mating dance
his chest rubs on mine, mine covered with a tight black turtleneck
and our nipples harden
not to mention our dicks
the sensuous black eyebrows of a gull in flight
hypnotize me with their entreating quality
i want to hold this boy
this boy seven weeks older than me
tell him don't worry
everything's okay
i'm here
you can touch me
you can fuck me
don't be scared to shake with me
and then i want him to tell me the same things
because usually i need to hear it more than he does
his hands are possessive in their placement on my waist
but i enjoy being possessed
just as i enjoy possessing him
his body
his soul
one leg of his between mine
and one of mine between his
our hips sway and collide as the feeling takes us
we are hard as rocks and we can both feel it
who needs beer or pot or any of that crappy-tasting shit
especially when nibbling the skin under his ear
and giving him a taste in return
is enough of a high
i run my hands down his front as we move
he grins in appreciation and fingers me in return
we rule the dance floor uncontested
two Greeks dancing in the chorus
no offense, but who needs a chorus-girl
Apollo and Hyacinthus
Pelops and Poseidon
Zeus and Ganymede
Narcissus and his reflection
two princes hosting a feté
too bad they won't give us our damn crowns cause in that case we'd be set