Friday, January 04, 2008



The whitest body I've ever seen. White like the page in Mallarme. White like the figure the looms up at the close of Poe's The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym. The hair was white too. Long. cascading. But it was the smile you saw first. Do I remember his body moving at all. It seemed to just be there. Present. Glacial. The Prince Albert was a nice touch. But it was the white, the white. So white you couldn't see his cum when he came. The sound of his sigh so soft. He melts into memory like a cloud floating over the WeHo sky.
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