What can YOU say in six sentences?
Abner and I are having coffee on the deck this morning at 6:30 AM, admiring the blue ocean, discussing our future and why we still haven't had sex.
I haven't thought about - much at least - sleeping with him because our talks are so satisfying, but if we kissed or spooned at this moment I know it would be all over, that my panties would sail across the bedroom, over the moon forever...Life without panties...
We levitate when we get bored sitting, walking or standing, usually at night when the other beach dwellers are asleep and especially when the moon is full which it will be tonight.
As he flavors his coffee with Tabasco, a tablespoon of sea salt and six overly generous puffs of nondairy hazelnut creamer, we decide that tonight will be perfect for flying, then he says, "I want to make love to you after the flying."
Abner is slightly above average in looks, has a triangular patch of black hair that runs from the waistband of his red swim trunks to his tan navel which I've been curious about, but sexier than this is the unusual mind behind dark eyes which are peeling away my Levi's at the moment, eyes like hands, then he explains why we should no longer wait, "You do realize that I'm in love with you, but also, Miroals must copulate daily when in love or we lose our sense of taste and smell...and body hair."
Loving an alien will be complicated.