Though the wind spun round us, and the world raged around us, there were sweet times of stillness in the midst of chaos, and the stillness was you, my Delphine, rather not mine, for your bountiful being could not be possessed by any other, you belong to yourself, and in that freedom you made this man a part of you, intricately woven together in time itself till all time was still and there was nowhere more important to be, nowhere to exist, but in your arms, Beloved Delphine.
Let the world's unhappy hateful spew their judgements, in one another's arms we exist.
I will kiss your lips forever, lovely Delphine, I will lay my hands with your whispered blessings on your soft and supple dick, I will kiss the tears from your face when you are sorrowful, and I will lay my head down upon your beautiful heart to hear the beat...
To hear you whisper, "I love you Edmond," it is all I need in this world, dear beautiful Delphine...
Wildflowers for your beard my Love, and wildflowers for mine, we two lying naked and unashamed in a field of brightest spring. None to judge our love here, My Love, none to tell us we cannot hold each other in this place, that we cannot kiss in this gentle breeze made for you and I. Two men lying naked in this field of flowers, locked in sweetest embrace, just we two with no time but this, and no thought but your lips...
His broad and hairy chest pressed against mine, the muscles of our arms wrapped in a tight embrace. There were flowers in my beard, and flowers in his too.
I slipped a condom over my pulsing dick, his ass round and upward, "Take me Thomas , in the wildflowers, I want your sheathed cock inside me. Take this ass, this body, I am yours, and you are mine...take me."
"Peter, Peter, Peter, my Love," thrusting, thrusting, "I love you Thomas," said Peter, and we made love under the open sky, wildflowers clinging to the sweat of our chest and beards, wildflowers leaving their perfume on my body and my love's. Just we two in the world, alone together in that moment. No one but us two.
Just my lover and I.
I'll never forget the day she walked into the bookstore, her hair flowing in brown tresses, the blue of her eyes, the curve of her breasts, the sway of her body, head tilted upward, exuding an unapologetic existence. My god she was fucking sexy as hell. I told her as she picked up a rather old book and smelled deeply, "All the best books have that parchment fragrance, it's better than perfume." We would steal away to the blossomed field outside the city, Lovers below the sunflowers above, two so deeply and completely in love.
Just us two. Busy life in the city, I was in my thirties now, still working at the bookstore and delving into Dante's Inferno now and then, thinking, "If hell is a place I'm heading for loving, hope it's half as exciting as Dante said." Saturday was a time for lovers, lying naked in the sunflowers the field blossoming with sun-kisssed petals, sun-kisssed breasts of lovers intertwined below the flowers...
A splendid nakedness, alone together in the flowers, just us two, Hannah and Laura, Hannah and her lover. When we made love the world was ours alone. Laura kissed my bosom, and pressed her ear against my beating heart, "Hannah my love, my friend." I would gently caress Laura's girldick, soft skin moving below my fingertips, my hand slowly moving from her waist, to her hips, smoothly stroking myhands over Laura's butt, feeling the "whoosh" the tremble of delight that came over Laura's body, a slight smile playing over her lips like the mornings blossoming flowers, dancing in the sunlight, "I love you Hannah." Laura whispered, as all true love is whispered amongst the souls intertwined in deepest passion. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." she kissed my neck and held me in her arms, every heartbeat becoming part of her own. The words "I love you" whispered and reverberated through the air, it made the air dance around us two...
Wildflowers for your beard my Love, and wildflowers for mine, we two lying naked and unashamed in a field of brightest spring. None to judge our love here, My Love, none to tell us we cannot hold each other in this place, that we cannot kiss in this gentle breeze made for you and I. Two men lying naked in this field of flowers, locked in sweetest embrace, just we two with no time but this, and no thought but your lips...
