For the voyer in all of us

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here's another little thing from Greg's notebook. NO spoilers. One dirty word. These are in no real order, if it takes place durring a specific time, I'll let you know.

From the Collected Shorter Works of Greg Sanders:



Butterscotch, the taste of butterscotch and Crown Royal.
Massive Attack on the stereo.
Armani black code?
Cold on the small of my back.
Heat building in my jeans.
The scretch of our zippers.
A cool desert breeze, before a hot Vegas sun.
Hot moist air on my ear, my neck, on my now naked shoulder.
“Everything is bigger in Texas.”
Name That Chemical Compound. Getting Lost In Life.

“Anal Swabs”.

Finally they all caught up to me.
Lips on Lips, Skin on Skin, Flesh in Flesh.
The only air in the room passing from you lips to mine.

No sounds.
No lights.
No air.

Sweat slicked skin resting next to mine.
Soft little breaths of “I love you” against my ear.

Smile as big as the Texas sky.

The smell of Blue Hawaiian.
Heat radiating from your body keeping me warm.

I’ll never feel this complete again.

Nick fucked me for the first time last night.