Flesh to Flesh

Flesh to Flesh

by Lee Hayes
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Overview

Flesh to Flesh by Lee Hayes


From award-winning author Lee Hayes -- an erotic exploration into the lives of African-American gay men and their desires for love and acceptance.

Unapologetically raw in its approach to the sexual lives and happenings of African-American gay men, Flesh to Flesh is a gritty, pulsing view into a demographic that is often demonized and condemned. These stories provide a rare, true revelation of how gay men are faring in an age where sensuality is a major factor in everyday media and consciousness.

What do gay men feel about life, love, relationships, and intimacy? For anyone who has wondered about the passion between two men, this explosive, sexually charged anthology peels back the layers to show what lies beneath modern stereotypes and homophobia.

With contributors such as Lee Hayes (Passion Marks, A Deeper Blue and The Messiah), L.M. Ross (Manhood and The Long Blue Moan), and Dayne Avery (I Wrote This Song), the stories in Flesh to Flesh reveal deep emotions and a powerful commitment to life and love.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781593092672
Publisher: Strebor Books
Publication date: 06/30/2009
Pages: 400
Product dimensions: 6.82(w) x 4.24(h) x 0.86(d)

About the Author

Lee Hayes is the author of Passion Marks, A Deeper Blue, The Messiah, and the editor of Flesh to Flesh, an erotica anthology. He is a native Texan and was awarded a master’s degree in public administration from Baruch College in 2005. He resides in the Washington, DC area.

Read an Excerpt

I Can't Tell You What He Looked Like
MAURICE MURRELL
(cover model for Flesh to Flesh)

He came to me in a dream, chocolate light-skinned Green, brown-eyed, his body thick and thin His behind was flat and bubbly, his hair was shaved and long, his legs stopped but never with an end I can't tell you what he looked like,
but I can describe him perfectly He was my man, the man of my dreams;
he was a reflection of me

I can't tell you the color of his eyes, all I can tell you is they burned my soul I can't tell you if his touch was rough or smooth, but it turned all the necessary areas hot and cold.
I can't tell you the thickness of his lips, just that his kiss filled with passion And, I can't tell you what his hair was like,
all I know was he was my bald Samson

I can't tell you if he was tall or short, only that he could look me in the eye I can't tell you if he was thick or thin, but laying on me was subliminally sublime I can't tell you if his skin tone, reflected the night or the day All I know is, it was the perfect shade to my own tone,
every time we would play

I can't tell you if his teeth were crooked or even if they were straight All I can tell you is his smile was the first thing I saw when I fell asleep, or the first thing when I would awake.

I can't tell you if his style of clothes was expensive or even cheap Because all I wanted to do was take those clothes off and lay them next to the fireplace in a heap.

I can't tell you if his smell was either pungent,
masculine or feminine sweet All I know is it was intoxicating, one whiff and I was forever knocked off my feet.

I can't tell you if he liked to go out all the time or liked to stay at home All I know was whatever we did was fun;
with him I was never alone.

I can't tell you what he looked like,
but I can describe him perfectly He was the man of my dreams,
you couldn't label him aesthetically I can't tell you all those things that most people first list But on my man, and my only man, my dream,
my virgin, my first kiss He was my everything; I was his —
that was never misunderstood I can't tell you what he looked like.
I wouldn't even try if I could.

He never had a label, he was here for my soul and I He couldn't tell you either what I looked like,
but for me he would die

I was his everything, he was mine, we were him,
he was I And we don't even know what each other even looks like, 'cause love has us blind.
Blind to the superficialness, blind to the shallowness of it all See 'cause when I close my eyes I see him,
in his reflection I can recall See I can't tell you what he looked like,
but I can tell you this He was mine, he was mine; never ever a love like this

I can't tell you what he looks like,
neither can he describe me But we will be written in history as blind lovers forever to be...

"Dream with no limit; they're yours to make any way you want."

With a bachelors in marketing, never did Maurice Murrell think he would be a model (Clik Magazine, JMT, Time, etc), actor (Finding Me, Ski-Trip series, B-Boy Blues), or dancer (hip-hop, street jazz), and now never did he think he would be a published writer. While being a guest writer for magazines and winning poetry nights, this will be Maurice's first work ever published in an anthology. "Writing has always helped me express the way I feel about love, life, and perseverance. It's a way for people to connect with you; they can't judge you with their eyes, but with their thoughts, hearts, and souls." Visit www.mauricemurrell.com for more information on Maurice. © 2008 edited by Lee Hayes
I Can't Tell You What He Looked Like — a poem © 2007 Maurice Murrell

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