Sexually Explicit

Whilst often frowning upon mens private pleasures we hide our own toys.

Boobs, What are those?
creation of some great architect.

they vary in size, shape and dimension
also in weight, width and assimilation...

one touch takes you million stars away
heavenly bliss, on the earth nevertheless,

squeeze them to the delight,
hold them to their perfect shapes,

Hands in joy and trickling liquid SomePlaceElse..

moaning body, screaming someone's name,
dude! you are the luckiest, keep up the fame..

She is as blonde as they come
in a pair of butt hungin' jeans
her big tits with that thong in view
stickin' out and hot middrift
like she wants to turn everyone
oooooooooooooooonnnnnn
horny with it written cross
her huge chest left braless to
just b o u n c e free wildly
her name's Bambi
grinding her
it was like
she had givin' me a
handjob. . .
with her big old ass
she wanted it hard
her hands were
on the floor
90degrees

I loved everything about that babe
The babe I fancy to call Bambi, the Queenie
I danced with that night of the Day-Glo rave.
I loved everything about that babe
Cause she needs her whole body to move
Leading me to find
Her stomach plum sexy
As well as her bosom plenty
And fine eyes blue blindly
Wearing black glasses
With hair be-speckled with paint
Dancing I knew she was horny
Our dry humps and dry humps made bumps
I was turned on by her dancing
By turning her on ; I put her on my leg
To shield my blood following hot.
Thinking of being with her under sheets
As we swayed in rhythms of heat
My hands upon her
Womanly wide hips
Our heads touching  
My hand reaching under
Vouchsafe of skimpy skirt
It's not only fantasy. . .

We sat together in your bedroom
Watching lesbian porn
You salivated at the grotesque display
Of the spread channel from which you were born

You once told me you were disgusted
By the male physique
You showered with your eyes closed
Or risked gagging over the bathroom sink

Among the girls you were popular
They stared at you to pass their day
Your mind was filled with their numbers
My mind filled with words I couldn't say

Senior prom snuck up on us
But you found a beautiful date, indeed
I asked an ugly girl to accompany me
And out of pity she agreed

We danced in the converted gym
Under a gaudy mirrored ball
I was stuck between you and her
With my back up against the wall

Afterwards we went to your house
Your parents were away
And their unlocked liquor cabinet
Only heightened our desire to play

Our dates removed their prom gowns
Then helped us get undressed
We drank till we couldn't stand
And fell to the floor in a heap of flesh

I finally saw you naked
A beauty my eyes could hardly see
You were a God among mere mortals
And even lesser men like me

My date's eyes were filled with lust
And I smelled the alcohol on her breath
I performed the perfunctory motions
And sank into her depths

As your date's head bobbed under the blanket
Your moans of pleasure steadily increased
I was energized by your proximity
Which was the sole reason for my release

We left our dates to sleep
Within their sated bliss
Already you wanted another girl
You could screw and then dismiss

In the kitchen we finished the bottle
And talked of our recent conquests
Together we shared crude jokes
Made at the expense of the opposite sex

An awkward pause followed
And you gazed into my eyes
I felt the alcohol take effect
And placed my hand upon your thigh

Your mouth then met mine
And our tongues were lost within
Your hands trembled as they explored my chest
You didn't know where to begin

In a mirror you caught your reflection
And fell from my embrace
You said I was disgusting
And spit right in my face

In anger you pushed me away
Asking for forgiveness I dropped to my knees
You said that soon everyone would know about me
Because in this town gossip spread just like disease

At home it hit the hardest
I was my mother's boy no more
My father called me a disgrace
And kicked me out the door

Rejected by friends and family
I have no reason to stay
I'll buy a ticket to another town
Somewhere I can keep my memories at bay

I'll rent out an apartment
And decorate my pastel painted walls
I’ll furnish my new life with a phone
That I know you'll never call

I'll find myself a new group of friends
Someone who understands
The exquisite pain of being
Of falling in love with an ignorant man

I wish that my dreams
Weren't haunted by your face
I wish that I could fall asleep
Without clutching a pillow in your place

I'll listen to bitter love songs
Because on pain I can rely
I'll learn to hide my emotions
And laugh when I really want to cry

You will soon be home.
I sit here just bathed, naked

I picture your face
and I'm overcome, flushed.
My heart so full of love
it spills over
flooding my smiling eyes with tears.

They flow through the narrows of my laughter lines
and traverse my cheekbones,
kissing my lips as they pass
landing precisely on my breast buds.

Here they hover to whisper of your love
before forming in droplets, perfect in motion,  
dancing, tracing my excitement
as joy and arousal connect
in the estuary at my loins.

I hear your key as it engages the lock, and my eyes say,
''come and swim  in the joy of my heart''.

well you might still know
that i can't stand white walls,
can't stand for the emptiness to overwhelm me.
that i write notes on blank bedsides
to help get you through the night.
but i know that, instead of erasing them,
you moved out of that room,
made plans to paint over it instead.
because you'd love to bury me,
but you can't bear to erase the memories.

well you might still know
how to make my make-up run,
but make-up comes off, and
besides, I switched to
waterproof mascara anyways.
but i still know how to make you moan,
make your headboard squeak and your floor creak,
or your couch sigh with weight.
not enough to wake the neighbors,
but enough to catch your dad's attention.

well you might know
that i wear scars on the inside of my left arm,
kept hidden but close to my heart;
and that there are a few on my hip,
so that everyone i fuck learns a secret.
but i know you sleep best to rain,
with a pillow over your head,
muffling reality for a vacation of dreams.
and i know you make sure to sleep on the right side,
so that there will always be room for me on the left.

Fuck me like the ocean would the moon, Dear Amaranthine.
Teach me as you would any abecedarian, slow with pace.
My pallid arms are spread, and feet are crossed.
Crucify me, like one of your French girls.

Your endless frame arched over mine
a vaulting testament to the heat
of your front against my back.
This scene should have been a chapel.

Through hazed musk I can taste the saline
as it tumbles from your dripping brunette tendrils
forming brooks and lagoons the color of flesh
in the glens and about the islands of my spine.

I wish I could write about you in me
while you dance a contemporary beat
ceaseless, indeterminate, untold are
your feats within and upon my person.

For a split moment, seconds shattered in two,
I am completely and totally permeated by you.
I whine for you to vacillate me, I am fucking begging
to be occupied, satiated, by a rhythm akin to the sway of trees.

Love me fast and kiss me slow, Dear Amaranthine.
My palms are red, and feet bloodied, too. I moan.
Call me your poetaster but don't come on my chest;
There's far too much weight there already, my dear.

it was like
she had givin' me a
handjob. . .
with her big old ass.
she wanted it
hands on the floor