@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; After The Busy Workday---Love, Intimate Love

At the office he is deemed a capable supervisor (although his

long hair, cascading below his shoulders, is a distraction to

several of the corporate executives); the youngest district

manager in the company's hundred and five years), and his

string is the most lucrative eleven branches in the division.

Homophobes occupy highest ranks at headquarters, but they

have not yet identified him.  When he returns home to the

apartment, his given nature is well identified.  He removes

his jacket, shoes, and button-down white shirt at once, and

always in that order.  Then, still clad in his supple, but

perfectly tailored slacks, and dark socks---the kind with

slender yellow seams encircling his toes horizontally---

he approaches you with ardent kisses and a firm embrace to

offer you the total intimacy of his body.  Of course, your

lofter has engorged, as his has; and later, they will enjoy

frottage and the exchange of fragrant, flavorful, and

glistening sweetness---from the first, preliminary droplets

(upon which no imposed inhibitions obstructively intrude)

all the way through the last of the sevenfold surges.



J-Called

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Remembering Chris C---, at work, but in this poem I have promoted him from Senior Assistant Manager to District Manager,  His clothing and hair length are accurately described.

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