#bennylafitte
In an old log cabin
In the middle of the woods
Eerie quiet around them
Still, it’s peaceful
Strong arms around him
Warmth, heart and home
Lips against his jaw
Hands against his hips
His own fingers roaming in short hair
Then running over stubble
Backs of knees hitting the bed
Tumbling down with gracelessness
Deep laughter echoes
Blue eyes roaming his body
Loving him as if for forever
They still
Quiet
So, so quiet
Breaths wisping past ears
And then arms again
Tight around his body
Never letting go
Lips against his neck
Against his bare chest
And against his lips
They’ll hold on to each other
For as long as time allows
A sultry southern voice
Breaking the quiet
But still a whisper
“You’re the best of them, cher,”
And it quiets
He kisses him
Long and slow
Making up for what words can’t do
He loves him
He’s in love with him
And he hopes even God won’t contend with them.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC