Auguste left the bleak midwest winter
to celebrate the holidays with Jaime,
in the warmth of New Zealand summer...
fortunately he wore a sweater with
sheepskin vest when boarding the plane,
he arrived to find an Arctic cold cell hovering
over Auckland, Jamie embraced him
at the terminal gate with goosebumps
and quivering lips ... she was FREEZING.

Auguste wrapped her in his sheepskin vest,
then reached under the cover of her skirt to
squeeze the chilly cheeks of Jamie’s arse,
letting his fingers follow the deep divide
to plunder and stimulate circulation
at the core of her sexuality ... Jamie shivered,
gasped, widened her stance and wriggled closer.
Ignored by the crowds of frantic holiday travelers
Jamie flushed rosy pink with arousal, grinding
urgently against Auguste’s hard cock, they
needed privacy before their public pelvic conflagration
became some voyeur’s smartphone viral video.

They ran to Jamie’s car, raced to a nearby hot springs
members-only adult resort to consummate their reunion,
Jamie bent over with knees locked to retrieve her luggage,
Auguste lost all restraint at the exposure of her *callipygian
booty, he grabbed his naughty Aphrodite by her hips, and
humped the hard lump of his cock between her
voluptuous arse cheeks. Jaime twerked like a teenager,
then ran to their room with Auguste in hot pursuit.

The fuck-crazed couple recklessly tore the clothing
from their overheated bodies and nearly destroyed
the elegant bedding with their energetic rumple pumping
and carnal cavorting. Awakened by hunger and thirst
they discovered they’d left the luggage in the car,
decided to do the walk of shame bottomless and proud,
Auguste in his sweater, Jaime in his sheepskin vest.

The allure of arse repeatedly defeated the Arctic chill
throughout the holiday as fondling Jamie’s accessible
(no knickers!) cheeks, or grabbing Auguste’s arse
kept them laughing, lusting and impervious to cold.

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Poem by Auguste Hand
Illustrations by Mat