Key

Imagine him

Just before sleeping

Spooning

Tall, lean, muscular

Just past young

High cheek bones

Succulent blue eyes

Laugh lines just beginning to show

His hair dark and curly and thick

But his chest smooth and lovely

Heaves out a rhythm slow and patient

Long legs entwine

Arms encircle

And his hard strong manfulness peeks earnestly from its sheath 

Readying itself

Purposeful in its determination

A prophet entering Mecca

An unerring cellist sliding a bow across sonorous vibrating strings

A cacophony of passionate vigor

The key to fine dreams

As sleep gains an ardent foothold

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