Author: paul-will69

overalls under the sun

Here’s another story I wrote for my friend. We get to chatting late at night and she’s been asking for these more and more.

For some reason I can’t get the image of you wearing overalls out of my head. I envision you in your garden, in the early afternoon. The sunlight is warm and bright, a rich buttery yellow color. You are wearing your big, floppy black hat, as always.

When I arrive you’re on your knees, tending to your tomato plants. They have grown tall and strong because you have given them a hood place to grow, the best nutrients, and your love.

You look up when you see me enter the garden through the gate. You smile and brush a strand of hair out of your face with a dirty glove, leaving a muddy streak on your forehead. And there it is. Just like that, with one little gesture, I feel my blood begin to rush. Maybe its because you’re on your knees. Maybe it’s because I know that, with a word from your full lips, with a glance from gleaming, sunlit eyes, I know I will be. Read more »

Summer Night Sex

I approach your front door in the summer as the sun sinks low over the leafy green treetops. My legs are shaking as I approach and I berate myself inwardly. Why am I so afraid? So nervous? I take a deep, steadying breath rich with the moisture of Missouri humidity. I stand there, looking at your door for a long moment, listening to the June bugs singing along to a symphony of summer insects, my senses tickled by the perfume that rises from your garden. Everything smells green and fertile, warm and full of life. I smile. There’s nothing separating you and I but this door. I raise my hand and knock.

You open the door and I feel my breath leave my lungs. My knees are shaking and I’m trying desperately not to smile like an idiot. I’m failing. You smile back. We say words that mean nothing. We are communicating on a primal level now that most people don’t even remember exists. It’s all body language, posture, position. Desire is flooding in waves from us, intertwining in the air between our eyes. I can’t look away from you. I don’t know a single word I’ve spoken. I couldn’t repeat a single word you’ve said. None of the small talk matters as you step aside and beckon me to enter your home. Read more »