Black tips, short nails, sturdy strong hands.  Hands attached to long arms
and surrounded by short, reddish-brown hairs, but his hairs were barely
noticeable--at this moment anyway.  Highlighting the toned and muscled arms
were interwining lines of purplish blue that gave depth to the limbs'
appearance.  One black-nailed hand fastened a row of orange beads to the
wrist of the other.

The young man slowly, yet determindely walked toward a humble brown-oak
mirror and ran the beaded hand through his short, copper-colored hair,
lifting up random strands 'til they were clumped up and spikey-looking.
Half a minute and it was done.  On someone else, the style might come off as
messy, but on this man, it was the definition of cool.

He strode over the bed to pick up his last piece of wardrobe, a cotton-red
vintage bowling shirt, slighlty frayed at the bottom corner, but he didn't
particularly care if anyone noticed it.  In fact, he barely took not of it
himself.  He swung his arms through the shirt and over the black concert
T-shirt he was sporting underneath.

He next moved to the semi-cluttered corner of his room and grabbed a black
leather carrying case which he laid on his simply-made bed.  A couple of
snaps at the side of the case, and it was open.  As he placed his precious
cargo, a slick black Stratocaster, into the case, he heard a knock at the
door.  He carefully placed in the instrument and strode purposefully to the
door.  Standing before him, short, red hair and sweet smile, was his true
love.

She looked eagerly at him and he gazed back at her with his own clear, blue
orbs.  A smile grew wide above his sturdy chin.  He reached forward.  His
strong arms pulled her into the room and into a tight embrace.

His tender, strong lips met her soft ones.  They tasted of strawbery
chapstick and freesia lotion, and he savored every morsel of them.  The lips
of the lovers parted, and he kissed her so passionately, it made her forget
what she was going to say to him.  She felt swept away, but that was fine.
She didn't minde being swept away by him.

Her slender hands ran across his firm, arched back and soon she was pulling
of his red bowling shirt and black T to reveal his well-muscled and smooth
chest.  Her fingers and hands continued to explore every inch of his bare
skin, but she took a moment to close the door and push his willing body down
on the soft mattress next to the black case.  She moved on top of him and
felt his body give in to the pleasure being close to her gave him.