A Boy And A Man

'Twas a love between two beings. A boy and a man.


Imagine the pureness of it. The innocence and the strength.
The man and the boy, heart and soul, entwined and one.


Manly arms enclosing a fragile body, strong yet ever so gently. The boy is home, secure and warm. The man ever so proud and caring.


The union of bodies in a state of bliss. Heaven. Lips unto each other's bodies. Touching gently, slowly, as if trying to search for any flaws, which were none.


Lips to lips, biting, tongue, wet and watery.
Eyes on each other, never blinking, a longing stare, passionate and overwhelming.
Hands reaching for each others manliness. Hard, ready, waiting.


Body to body, manly and young, in rhythm, in rhyme.
Burning, melting and ravaging. Groans and moans of deep feelings unleashed.
The man inside the boy, a fleeting pain of joy, a tender emotion revealed, slowly, slowly.
Boy and man, man and boy, one and the same. Breathing in and breathing out.
Staring in each other's eyes, whispering affections.


A moment of rage, fast and hard; a moment of delirium, a moment when there is just the man and the boy in the world of their own.


Finally, ecstacy, flowing gushes of love and passion. Of heat and desire. Of wildness and calm. A release, a glimpse of heaven and paradise. Breathless and wonder.


Affection, caresses, sweet kisses.
Smiles, assuring stares of heaven, home, of oneness, of love.


A boy and a man.