My room was full and she was like “That’s stupid. Stop that immediately. Like a movie star.

When the world ended, we bathed in the new light and finally shed our wrinkled puckered skins. We flew together. Up and out and finally we were free.

We were together before we were born.

Just 2 bright lights in the sky.

Just 2 twinkling stars near to one another but not the same.

Do you know how hard it is to change from one thing to another?

Go ahead try it.

Turn into wind.

Go ahead, I’ll wait.

I have made so many mistakes.

You would think that something that lived forever would learn.

Yeah not so much, because we are driven, are we not?

But she is not a mistake, she is not a failure. When I have my hand in hers it is immaculate.

Was this here waiting all along?

The gift, the trick is that nothing waits for you, and the very fact that happenstance creates everything is astonishing.

I found you in a galaxy of people.  I found you in a jar of marbles. A speck of dust in a dusty room.  You are an impossibility, are you not?

What is that feeling? As I enter as you…clench, flutter, clench. With your breath, your muscles, the very meat of your hips in my hands, thighs, making my fingers hook against that tendon…as I hold on, and you arch, breath fogs the mirror, panting, eyes wide, obscenities, sticking your tongue to catch the cum squirting from my cock. To jerk my cock slowly, so a pearl drop comes to the surface and there you are licking the tiny pearl up. So very sexy, and alluring.

I miss you today. I do.

I remember, it was dark, and cold. By the firelight we sat huddled together.  We smelled of wood smoke and sweat, and being human.

I can’t imagine running against the jungles with you, hunting weird stuff, monkeys and land snails, and fucking under a canopy of sounds and moist dirt, clay and loam, hands grasp, mud and dirt smeared across your chest. You smell of dirt and green things and as I fuck you , you push back against my cock with this same intensity. This knowing that makes you whimper and suck on my fingers. You bare down and fuck me as I fuck you. I can feel your fingers against my balls as you rub your clit. You give your fingers this wide circles, rubbing and fondling my balls, feeling them clench in your palm.  And tighter circles against your sex, your pussy lips, wet with moisture

Howler monkeys and dark thing screech in the dimness of the forest. You are my pack. You are mine. I spill my seed too soon, I gush against you, inside you, fucking you, letting my cum lubricate your pussy and you howl and shudder against me. I hold on and fuck you slowly as you cum. Just lazy circles as you jerk against me in the dark, as your pussy slowly milks the last of my cum from me. Your head droops against a tree stump. Like a soft kiss on the head of my cock. As I pull out some my cum drops out of you onto the ground.

I’m pretty sure this is a mythology story come to life.

The fire has died down, and so we let the sweat cool between us and sleep peacefully.

I think of all the fun we could have had. All the adventures, all the love!

Buh buh buh.

You are my first thought and my last. I love you dearly Morry. I always have and I always will.

I do not hate you or yours. In a world of grays no on e has room to be black and white anymore. We do not have time.