He sat by the window

He sat naked reading. He munched on toast buttered cheese spread covered sipping coffee at the small table by the three windows. Classical music played from his phone an English station he favoured mostly. He was reading a poem glancing occasionally out the window at ancient trees not seeing the houses nearby. The table was dominated by a nameless large leafed green plant that suffered his presence because it thrived on the music of Karl Emmanuel Bach. The plant was somewhat odd in this preference but one never knew with vegetation especially when living indoors. The man’s testicles were sensuous on the fabric of the chair his shoulders and back shivered with delight at the cool air teasing them.


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