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(RAW TEXT VERSION FOR CUT/PASTE) Welcome home by Sommer Copyright - 2005: Paul Sommer, All Rights Reserved
Today you return, How can these few weeks have taken so long? How could a simple trip away have left me so eager? Eager: to share even the simplest of pleasures. It seems so strange. Yet here I am, with boundless love for you. That is the foundation of my commitment. That is the foundation of this life we share. And surely my eagerness rushes: Today you return! But what can I do, how should I welcome you!? All these years together, I certainly must know. Shall I meet you at the door, dapper and dressed? Shall I meet you instead holding only a pair of wine glasses? What would that truest of treats be? Shall I leave a trail of petals to our bedroom? My mind races and stretches, as I approach the seemingly absurd. Shall I invite another lover, someone to pay an unexpected visit? Shall it be another man, a woman, or perhaps a black man? Would such invitations take us to new extremes? Or are these merely paths toward wayward distractions? Would a stranger's excessive cock be the prefect welcome home? Standing in your shower, my thoughts suddenly adjust and turn silent. Water cascades over my face, past strong shoulders, and trickles onto the tiles. The smells of you are here, here with me in comfort. And as I feel the water's embrace, I pause in simple content knowing that you will soon return. |
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