winter's end...

And so it begins that today marked the end.

This harsh reality hit as I sat legs stretched out staring out frost bitten window witnessing winters last defeat over my favorite tree

Between sades song for Jezebel and discussions of James Allen as a man thinketh.

It was in these most sincere moments that I realized the end of this tantrick affair was quickly approaching.

And I had yet to come to grips with it, I've given myself the before you leave you must know speech over over but it just won't work.

So I've decided that I refuse to tell you that you'll be missed because missing you is not an option, it will mean that I've aloud you to completely leave.

I've decided that I will keeps pieces of you tuck away in my minds secret folds for they will keep me comfort in my times of need or want...

every time I go to dial your number in hopes that we can share a bed for the night, they will embrace me...

every time I'm on the street see someone who reminds me of you and part my lips to call your name,they to will be there...

every time I find myself myself waking in a cold sweat hand cradling an erect dick,they will be bedded with me...

every time I find myself making tea in the wee hours of the night and watching the dry ass humor of Frasier, there they will be...

and every time it may end with me realizing that these pieces of you are just distant memories, and frustration may quickly come in but I will have...

So I still have you.

So Winter here is to our last dance for now, Although I look forward to the coming and Spring

I will wait silently for your return...

He

As he entered the library, he captured my eye and that part of my mind that wonders. Funny, I had no business looking up from my book being that it was finals and what not, but my mind was on over load and I was feeling a bit horny, studying does that to me. Crazy things is as he walked he seemed as if he command the ground under him to move with his every step so he more like glided in. I tried to re focus and divert my eyes but they wouldn't move they were glued and by time I realized this he met my stare and at that point it seemed as if we read each others stories he was confident with my interest in he, yet I wasn't for I had a girlfriend and had never looked twice at anything that didn't have a pussy, but there I was and although I looked only once its that one moment that lasted a lifetime. As we stared time slowed down and and tunnel vision set in, it was just he and I in a room filled with books, knowledge is the greatest turn on. My dick strained against my zipper begging to be released from its denim prison, but I could not transcend. I could see the imprint of his manhood through his chinos, and from where I was sitting it was quite evident that his length defied the 12 inch ruler, that plus its girth made the, until then myth of the big black dick exist. I was stuck, stuck in a trance that I was becoming more comfortable with by the minute. He steps to my table and I see that his eyes are the color of amber, I looked down at his lips, they were full much like my mind, full of thoughts never had before. As I stare they part and words escape "What up I am He and you would be?" he offered his hand, I extended mine, we touched. It was soft, yet firm. My lips parted no words, then a stutter, I then answered "confused, I mean Jamal, my name is Jamal." And thus began the poetic journey of He and I...