01-21-12

He was tasting
my balls to see
the fit of them both
in his mouth
he was stretching his hole
as I mounted him on the coach
fucking is an art
worthy of learning
put this leg here
put that one there
swallow the sucking air
slip in retreat
then again
find the rhythm
that causes sweat
exam the head
while giving it
explore ever corner of the bed
I have tasted pricks
as tiny as a child's finger
I have found the juice
of the fountain of youth
in grown men
and called it cum
the taste of cum
on my tongue
on my cheeks
riding down between
my legs
learn the business end
of lust
smoke the stiff warm pipe
never rubber stamp
your sex
or hide it under night
contemplate
your approach
get drunk on the
the musk under his arms
be healthy and harmless
and enjoy your sexual lust
chase him around the rooms
to catch your reward
work for it
and it will come.
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I jotted down his first name
and added my last to his
he is foxy and naughty
and sweet of warm breath
and make our bed
squeaky with song
when he mounts me
his love never attack
never pervert
as he drag me willingly
through the tangle of the sheets
our love excommunicate
the hatred of the church
he sw3at my ass
and sex delightfully
stings and I buried
my face deep within
the region of heat
that he keep between his legs
he makes clever love
as warm as stones in the sun
slowly releasing it when
the day is done
I landed within him
My weight on his skinny chest
his body is a swamp
complex in its sex
full of life and moist lust
that will birth me no sons
I explore his manhole
with my tongue
I leave my spit
on the hairs of his arm
and he birth little sounds
pants of half breath
when I swallow the seeds
that contain all of who
he have become.