A Short Story
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Awake in Cambodia
In the early light the red and purple dragon was alert, as always.
It was as if he had just emerged from the cleft behind Rosso’s right collar bone; he crawled along his shoulder ridge to his upper arm to glare at me with a fearsome jealousy. I gently pulled the boy’s body flat on the mat and smothered the beast between us.
Perfectly in line with Rosso’s rounded breasts was the sacred hill near Tonle Sap. The lights on the boat house were already fading and the palm oil and coconut trees were coming into their own for one more day.
Having ‘showered’ with water pure and simple, Rosso’s body exuded an intoxicating musk. It emerged from the gloom even as the landscape did, brown and dappled in the rattan-filtered light. The forest of his loins extended as a narrow grove to the shallow gorge of his navel and a little beyond. The musk from there was nose filling, mouth watering, overwhelming!
For a brief few moments I possessed it all, Khundiow, the cold emerging vista towards the lake, the fragrant warmth of this boy’s nakedness, until the first household stirrings broke the spell.
The skinny cows were cleared with loud harangues from the house under-storey, to fend for themselves in the now cleared, rice fields. It was time to get up and face my first day in a Cambodian village.
It was as if he had just emerged from the cleft behind Rosso’s right collar bone; he crawled along his shoulder ridge to his upper arm to glare at me with a fearsome jealousy. I gently pulled the boy’s body flat on the mat and smothered the beast between us.
Perfectly in line with Rosso’s rounded breasts was the sacred hill near Tonle Sap. The lights on the boat house were already fading and the palm oil and coconut trees were coming into their own for one more day.
Having ‘showered’ with water pure and simple, Rosso’s body exuded an intoxicating musk. It emerged from the gloom even as the landscape did, brown and dappled in the rattan-filtered light. The forest of his loins extended as a narrow grove to the shallow gorge of his navel and a little beyond. The musk from there was nose filling, mouth watering, overwhelming!
For a brief few moments I possessed it all, Khundiow, the cold emerging vista towards the lake, the fragrant warmth of this boy’s nakedness, until the first household stirrings broke the spell.
The skinny cows were cleared with loud harangues from the house under-storey, to fend for themselves in the now cleared, rice fields. It was time to get up and face my first day in a Cambodian village.
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