Its From A Great Dream I Had So I Had To Write It Down
Senses
Smell the perfume of romance in the air when you walk into the room. Feel the cool pillow caress your face as you lay beside me. See the sparkle of excitement deep in my eyes as our fingers enter twine when our hands meet. Hear the pulsating beat of our hearts as they make the rhythm of love. Taste the flavor of cherry lip balm after we kiss. Smell the sweet shampoo from us playing fake mustache with each other’s hair. Feel the chill bumps you give me when your finger people run up my arm. See the curl bounce back in place when I play in your hair. Hear the breathing patterns as they become one. Taste the satisfaction of lust as we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Martin Powers wanted an ironing board for Christmas. Instead, he got . . . Matthew Kieler, a non-returnable gift, but a gift that kept on giving. A powerful tale of survival, compassion and unapologetic love in the time of AIDS.
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
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