The Boi looked at hiz reflection and saw the changes hiz face had gone through over the years; scars from fights, sports injuries, laugh-lines around hiz eyes, sun-kissed freckles and a hint of a furrowed brow. This face had seen a lot; it’d been loved, hated, slapped, caressed & covered with the sweetest kisses any Boi could ever desire.

A smile curled from hiz lips as he recollected a delicious woman stroking hiz cheek, holding hiz chin in her hands as she pulled hiz face to hers and kissed hym softly. Hiz senses made hym believe he could smell her, as the scent dissipated he sighed. He was often told he wore hiz heart on hiz sleeve but, "better to have loved and lost than never loved at all". Well that was hiz motto until he was holding hiz head in hiz hands & wiping tears from hiz eyes.

Seeing hymself in the mirror brought back other memories; hot sex over a table in a hotel room, briefly catching her eye in the reflection as he slid into her from behind, watching the colour of her cheeks redden as she blushed. He spent hours watching her through the eyes of the mirror, always smiling at her as she got ready. The mirror witnessed hiz hands trace the contours of her body, watching as he followed the definition on her stomach with hiz fingertips, saw a smile spread across her face as he pulled her into hym and softly whispered, "I love you" in her ear.

~ Me