Work Text:
In the summer and early autumn they are for everyone.
But in the colder months they are for me alone. Hidden beneath a sweatshirt or a coat when out in the world, they are only revealed when we are in our own private universe, underneath ersatz stars.
The soft canvas stretched out below me is a personal exhibition of sepia Seurat skin. I'm too close to see the whole, beautiful, image. So using my tongue I connect the individual elements that make up the work of art that is my boyfriend.
There is no order to follow, I trace where I will, making this flesh made masterpiece shine and undulate. When I tire of the taste of salt I lean back, bringing the whole into focus. My dotted marble-white Saint Sebastian laid bare for me to pierce with fingers and tongue and cock.
A moan, and I continue the creation of our finest work.