Kenny was a wise child.
I never knew where he could have gotten his information from.
I, too, was just a young child when he introduced me to his garden of
earthly delights.
Sensations sparked and bloomed there like exotic wildflowers.
Tongue-tip to nipple,
soft hands tugging new flesh.
We did boy things like riding bicycles or tossing a football.
We also did more grown-up things in neighbors' dank garages shaded by
the innocence
of exploration.
I saw heaven the first time he took me into his mouth.
Kenny would often talk about doing these things with girls but I was
uninterested, rapt as I
was in the sheer physical pleasure of his knowing caresses.
Kenny erected for me an idyllic paradise of sensual wonder and at the
tender age of seven,
was the most imaginative lover I have ever known.
Kevin M. Hibshman Copyright 2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Copyright 2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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