John’s stele blues fixate on Miguel’s deep, rich, brown eyes giving him a shudder of anticipation. The hope of unbridle passion was ever-present in the depths of his soul. Miguel’s heart beats faster as John’s red, juicy lips touch his. The kiss seals the promise of their eternal love and fidelity to each other.
They rekindled their Army Basic Training love affair many decades ago with their wives, now deceased. Their flaccid muscles are unable to perform anymore. They relish each other’s fragile bodies as they finally join once again. Senility set in, and they ask each other’s names.
September 10, 2020
Word Count 99