Distant Memories
He slowly walked to the bed...
with only shadows covering his modesty
The other looked on, anticipating ernestly.
Their skins touched as he lies over the other.
They look at each other, him breathing softly over his face...
For a moment it seemed, time had stood still for them.
The music plays on gently, the candlelight dances.
They kissed.
Passionately.
Like there was no tomorrow.
Like tonight would be their last night together.
They kept on kissing, occasionally gasping for air before plunging in again into the throes of passion.
He moved his lips all over the other's body.
The other moaned in pleasure.
Forgetting for a moment who he was and the predicament he was in.
For now, he can only remember the sensation of him ravaging his body.
For now, he belonged to him.
In the soft white sheets they wrestled.
Each desiring for a taste of each other's flesh.
And when they were finally ready, he slipped it in.
The two moaned as they felt every sensation of their physical connection.
And to the slow rhythm of the music, he thrusted.
Slowly, so that the other can feel him.
Every inch of him.
The other receives in acceptance as he clings on tighter to his muscular body.
Slowly but surely, each thrust turns faster and harder
Each filled with even more urgency to please.
In the midst of the night...
Two bodies gyrate against each other's...
Each deriving pleasure from each other.
Each knowing that that night may be their very last...
For Mickey...