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gilascaveLove Is Blind
He loved his partner more than anything. True joy was when he could wrap himself around his lover and feel nothing but him. It was wonderful whether they were simply spooning together, or during those times when he stretched himself wide to let his lover be tucked inside his own body, or when his partner stretched to accommodate him.
Perfect. They were always together – though at work they had only glimpses of each other and once every couple of weeks they risked being separated. But even then, those tumultuous minutes when the forces of weather battered them and drove them apart, they always found each other again – warm, dry, and sometimes so frightened by the event no matter how familiar it became, that they clung together with electrical force.
He was happy, and he knew his lover was, too – despite what everyone else in the drawer said about it. They were blind, narrowed minded white and brown socks who so hated seeing green socks happy that they told lies in an effort to ruin their love. Whispering in the night about his lover being red, about being the wrong brand – as though he didn’t know his own partner after so many years!
Green sock snuggled his beloved, waiting for the time when they would be worn, and enjoying every moment until then.
the end
He loved his partner more than anything. True joy was when he could wrap himself around his lover and feel nothing but him. It was wonderful whether they were simply spooning together, or during those times when he stretched himself wide to let his lover be tucked inside his own body, or when his partner stretched to accommodate him.
Perfect. They were always together – though at work they had only glimpses of each other and once every couple of weeks they risked being separated. But even then, those tumultuous minutes when the forces of weather battered them and drove them apart, they always found each other again – warm, dry, and sometimes so frightened by the event no matter how familiar it became, that they clung together with electrical force.
He was happy, and he knew his lover was, too – despite what everyone else in the drawer said about it. They were blind, narrowed minded white and brown socks who so hated seeing green socks happy that they told lies in an effort to ruin their love. Whispering in the night about his lover being red, about being the wrong brand – as though he didn’t know his own partner after so many years!
Green sock snuggled his beloved, waiting for the time when they would be worn, and enjoying every moment until then.
the end