A tip for you,
A rent for me.

Some magnificent
rollercoaster, such is life:
No safety harness.

I cannot seem to evade this sense of doom,
From the feeling of constantly failing when I was meant to bloom.

I saw a Man both Lean and Hard,
Who smiled at me with warm regard.
As I notice the Bulge within his jeans,
I stretch out my hand. to stroke his seams.
And see the Size of his Manhood Rise,
From Soft Flesh, before my eyes.
Then Kissing the Now Swollen Tip,
As it Slides between my trembling Lips.
Engulfed within, my Lips Now Part,
I feel the Beating of his Heart.
His sighs give rise to other tones
As I Hear the coming of His Moans
And he Collapses, Having Spent
His sweet Manhood now Content.
JMF '98

The blue deepens,

blackens,

turns to night.

The sun sets over the horizon,

the light fades,

day is gone.

the moon rises,

a scythe in the velvet sky,

a swath of stars removed in its brilliant light.