All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               She loved the mind-connect, intimacy through space; and, still, she desired more: to have, to know, to feel—to kiss his lips, taste his tongue, suck it slow, setting rhythm for the rest—while holding to his face, eye-to-eye, in pleasure-find.

               In lie of after, they flirted in the sun and almost-silence—smiles, sounds, keep and explore of touchings over bodies still live of sensitive-after; laughs that broke—greater smiles—easy in love and endearment; gentleness, affection, and then return of aware drawing focus again when love and spirit restored for return in the Greater Intimate upon floor […]