HaPenis Gibraltar 8

GORGING ON GRAPES (by Martin H.)
You were late at the meeting
My whole body turned towards you
I tried to catch your eye
You were in a world of your own.
We connected only when
The four of us went for a meal afterwards
Downtown
In New York City.
I looked into your eyes:
Caribbean chocolate brown
Searching
We connected properly then
Found some peace
Joy and lust there
A lethal combination.
I wanted you then
Right there
On the table in that Spanish restaurant
I knew that this would be
My best ever
Main course
Tearing myself away was hard then
After exchanging a few numbers,
We arranged a rendezvous the very next day.
It was raining
You walked towards me
Strutting your cocky-arsed self
“No box of chocolates could ever be as delicious as this man”,
I remember thinking.
Though I looked and felt like a drowned cat
You kissed me
Full
On the mouth
In broad daylight
In the middle of Harlem
Brown brother kissing brown brother
As if this was the most natural thing!

All you had said was,
“Hello.”
We gorged on grapes
As you gave me a tour
Of the exquisite wooden craftsmanship
Inside that African Arts Centre.
Dreadlocks and flip-flops flapping,
You (finally) took me to your bed.
First we talked;
Sex came slowly,
After I had massaged your left foot.
We held each other then:
Breath to breath
Nipple to nipple
Stomach to stomach
Penis to penis,
Orgasm to orgasm …
Is love possible within 24 hours?
Only the taste of your sweat on my beard
And the memory of you
Remains.

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