i went to find him and before i knew it, clothes were strewn on the floor, hands were groping desperately at each other and the bed was against my back with his golden skin against my front. it was wonderful, erratic, spontaneous.
after he smoked a cigarette, sketching out one of his many projects and i drank wine, staring out the window at the vastless, all-encompassing sea.
The word picture you paint is beautifully evocative. It's good to see you back.
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