A Shortie

As I walk into the kitchen, wiping the sleep from my eyes and the cobwebs from my genitals, this is the first thing I see. Him. His chocolate-sculpted perfectness basking in the morning sun. Remembering last night, my knees weaken and my body collapses against the wall. I try to wait patiently for him to finish his tea, but I want to do that again. Can we please do that again?

[Story in progress...]

Short StoriesWill McNair