Warning -- bxb
3 years later.
How ?
How is this possible ?
A sky
So blue,
A sea,
So green,
The sand,
So fine and golden,
Like powdered sugar.
Laurent lay stretched out
In the sun,
By their own private pool.
A beach side bungalow
In Mauritius.
Heaven.
The sun warmed his skin,
Dark and golden,
Glistening,
Dew drops of sweat
Sheening his bronzed body.
Joy and happiness
Escaping every pore.
* Your drink, Sir *
He smiled,
Larry.
Loving, still,
Always.
3 years, how is THAT possible.
An anniversary,
A holiday,
Well earned.
Larry,
Photographer Extraordinaire,
A household name, now.
A film maker, Director, Producer.
Documentaries on
Global warming,
Social Commentary,
Wars in war torn lands,
Sometimes in danger, or
Sometimes in jail.
Laurent,
Now his own boss,
Financial Asset Management.
A lot less dangerous,
A lot more money.
A head for figures,
And good at it.
They were happy,
Content.
In each other's lives,
Each other's arms,
Each other's love.
-- Thank you, Sir --
A sweet kiss turns heated,
Hungry,
Drinks forgotten now.
Larry lay on top of Laurent,
His body heavy,
The feeling, intimate.
YOU ARE READING
THE EYES HAVE IT
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