A kiss.

My hand reaches round your body finding home in the arch of your back. I pull my boy in close. Our tummies touching one and other just ever so slightly. The warmth of your body hits mine. My other hand brushing through your hair as our lips discover rhythm together. Your beautiful taught body undulating in my arms as we kiss. My leg raps around yours and pulls us close. We move. Rolling in the crisp white bed sheets. Your pillow slips and falls to the floor. A kiss.

Boys trace romance after dark.