The Sheen of Masculine
February 27, 2009
Sitting with my friends I sipped a Coke from the can, sulkily the chill penetrated into my marrow. The discothèque was jam-packed. I was concluding my twelfth summer holiday. A recluse botched to find a date my acquaintances teased me.
At the rear of the lounge there were a hilarity of boys. The taller one was our school’s football team captain. My eyes adored him on numerous occasions. Sometimes I felt he sensed my love for him.
I always hid behind my friend when he was around and then pilfer a gaze from him.
Finally, Clara trapped me!
She unearthed my squirt love at her birthday party when she introduced us. We danced together that day and then came Valentine’s Day. He came with a rose and a warm kiss. We walked towards the outhouse in the ranch where we hugged and slept together. Two affectionate lovers tasting the flamboyance of love sandwiched in lust. His hand slithered on my bare body waking up the warm stream in me to be snorted. I snorted like a mare in gallop. When the whole lot ended, I turned to weak spinach. Today you fly F-16’s across the world. You endorse the conceit of your homeland. Yet, in my heart you prevail.
When the time comes drop in, I will wait.
