...as you slid through the waves, I lie there full of joy to have the honor of bringing you this pleasure. Time stood still as my mind went back to the first time we met. It was in that bookstore you chose.

A place of comfort and safety to you. We met in the corner with an awkward embrace. I could see the shy smile in front of all the fear hidden from the world. Bold you were in blog, not sure in the day that is life. So many layers of thought, desire and fear. Somehow the comfort was there when you felt me near.

As we sat in the soft chairs and quietly talked.

The hours went by, not known to our clocks. Fear replaced with the talk of a friend, the only difference in this friend, we both know the true desires of our flesh buried so deep. The destination seen to the West on the map. No roads to follow in this sea of desire. My compass points West, the store of books the pier to start. Untie the tethers that moore the west to the dock.

Time froze in memory, broke by your whisper. J., can I please have your length...