The decisive moment. Allen leans over. Kisses him.
It builds in passion. Lucien pulls back, unsure. Then returns the kiss. Everything Allen had hoped for, lensed into a moment.
pst i’m 11 followers away from a milestone
My muse was trying to be a nice and help yours do the washing… unfortunately all your shirts are now stained bright pink.
He looked down at the shirts, all pink and even some a little tie-dyed. He frowned just a little, watching them as if they were going to change. They didn’t at all, they didn’t change and they didn’t move and they were pink. They were fucking pink. He sighed, gathered them up and shoved them in the dryer.
’Uhm.. Courf..’ he started, making his way to the other man’s bedroom, knocking on the door.
’I may.. well, I may have fucked up. You know, you know, remember I told you I didn’t know how to use the washing machine?’
sometimes i wonder
how could it be
that when we were younger
we never did meet.
We lived fairly close,
almost the same street.
Regardless of that,
I think it is better,
that we didn’t cross paths
as we’d have known then and there
we were only two halves.