Manufactured the extension and the gap I can pass through. But I believe the body. This is the way of laying stone. A good picture deserves a frame. His penetration whole.
Pleasure is the wrong word.
It is years before I realize only a woman can hold a man, his awkward fruit, and make the seed complete. How he brushes from his belly, how he learns now to love sepia. I might know by listening, hands in big paw tracks. Smell the snow. Silver and ochre, one light.