i come slinking down the mountain with characteristic lupine felicity. you breath heavy the possibilities and we arm and arm through town on our way to the riverbed, you smiling like the boy you are and me winking, blowing kisses to passer-bys aghast our bouncing cocks. when in our wake they flood jaw-flopped i whisper the demand into your bumblebee brain to squeeze my ass, and you do so reluctantly as is to be expected. i retaliate your trepidation, your freezer feet, your fucking fumbling finesse with a bite on the cheek. you snap away and push my rib cage from yours. i spin and fall to the mud, parting the valley to peek at you through my knees. “well then,” i announce, “what’s it gonna’ be boy? you’ve got me where you want me.”
