He watched with eager eyes as Eli undressed for him. Oh, how he hungered for that young man. He didn't know how long Eli worked at the strip club, but he certainly knew how to be enticing. The way his hands moved over his own body while his cheeks burned bright... It was easily one of the most erotic pictures one could paint.

James pulled him in close for another kiss, his hands wandering along that hard body once more. Down his sides, over his bare hips and thighs, and back up again. This time he didn't break away until he need a breath. And when he took that breath, he sat back against the pillows and pulled Eli to sit with his back pressed to James' chest. Once the boy was settled, he wrapped his arms around his slim waist. One hand moved upward, stroking across his chest and toying with one nipple, then the other.

The other hand? It moved downward, low until his fingers brushed through the wiry thatch of hair then curled around the base of his cock. His pulse stuttered at that first touch and his breath caught. Those fingers moved along his rigid shaft and James exhaled heavily against Eli's ear.

"'Coming together
it is easier to work
after our bodies
meet
paper and pen
neither care nor profit
whether we write or not
but as your body moves
under my hands
charged and waiting
we cut the leash
you create me against your thighs
hilly with images
moving through our word countries
my body
writes into your flesh
the poem
you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.'"

The poem came in breathless lines, the cadence of the words as steady as the pace James' hand set along his young boyfriend's erection.