This boy- nay- he is surely a man. A man for which I have all the wanderlust in the world for. He makes me smile when the sun pricks my tender eyes as I lay to sleep and sob. I do not sob. He is there. Warm inviting arms pick me up at the request of any whim. Eyes like a golden ore cooling speckled a freckle of perfection. Every emotion felt.. Absolute irrevocably, emphatically, axiomatically, awesomely perfect- like Jesus.. He is Jesus.
Sexual acts are mushy.. Normally lust-filled and awkward, his are so sweet I can barely stand myself. His hands so soft but firm against my hips. Every touch felt. Nothing seen, smelled or was heard. That was not the focus.. Actually, no one else even lived in that world.. I couldn't feel them; just us. He is Jesus.
Every phone call, filled with the most beautiful sound. His voice was the mana falling from the desert sky. His laugh, chuckle, chortle, cough exquisite. Every noise heard. Each small infinite filled with a lifetime of angels chorus. He is Jesus.
