You must be a god

Our home

Our home--well it was a little sad looking, there were cobwebs, spiders, dust EVERYWHERE.

"no no no no no no no no NO, Samuel did you either one you just moved in or two you're fucking gross--" I say while giving him the most serious look I could give.

He just kind of looked at me, a small bit of red had come over his face,

"well-- I just moved in actually and was wondering if you could help" he had pleaded 

He was lucky I'm nice, we spent hours on his home and it came out beautiful, after having set up all rooms and having an extra one since neither of us owned any slaves. He didn't want me staying in another room, why? I don't know but I'm not going to lie-- I wanted to stay in his room sleeping, legs tangled, my arms wrapped around his small skinny body, I would love to lay like that forever with him. I think I'm going to finally tell this boy how I feel, I change into some comfortable clothes and walk downstairs, up to him, and I grab him by the hands and spin him to look at me.

"Samuel, my sweet, sweet Samuel, did I ever tell you how beautiful you are? Well, you are as beautiful as the very first star in the sky, As sweet as the first ripe strawberry of the season, you're hair as silky as corn and as soft as feathers...I love you, Samuel, I love you more than the sun, sky, my family, MY SELF!! please accept my confession and take it to heart..." I let go of him and start to walk away.

"oh-- god Philip if you want something just ask for it, I'm giving you a home, food, comfort...what else could you need?" he said as he grabbed my hand 

"You, you're everything I want!! HELL, you're more than what I've wanted!" I stare at him for a moment.

The next thing I know my lips are on his and we fall to the couch making out our limbs tangle...soon our shirts come off and we are making the skin to skin contact and we started to feel upon each other and then back to fixing the home.