A video book: Reflective Poetry
Utilizing the various media tools to our disposal, here is a further attempt to get a volume of writing out, exposed to the whims of those whom come upon it; a consolidation of works from the last few months:
Freely naked on the beach, under the Sun
Not for exhibitionistic purpose but just for lazing fun
Strangers ogling, perplexed as they pass
Question: is it brash nakedness or, the sexy curvy ass?
Either way, it is less concerning or, of little regard
At least until one’s penis decides to show hard
Then, it is a matter beyond taking a stand
Especially if it goes beyond a covered hand
In which case the matter can become absurd
As all around become increasingly disturbed
This being the case of lewd public display
It isn’t long before the law enters the fray
What began as innocent avoidance of daily drudge
Now transcends to stand accused before a judge
If there is a moral to this humorous literary pursuit
It is this: avoid naked sun-bathing; wear a swim-suit!
Raging hard cock,
Gun in the other hand,
Debating which
Will take a greater stand.
Both promise climax
To a desired end;
Weighing relevant facts,
Without rules to defend.
Postmortem truths
Ultimately tell the tale,
To the outcome of proof;
Who won; which failed.
Golden rays of sunshine, laced through waves of blonde curly hair,
Tangerine soaked shirt emblazoned-radiant, honey-brown skin;
Imagined by it’s nakedness, exposed-full, desirous, laden bare.
Naive to the allure such beauty; a spell can unleash
To the observant, lecherous, mind-fantasy, made to play;
Rife with carnal exploits given to fluid, orgasmic release.
Like prey entangled in the fine-silk of the spider’s web,
This Adonis’ perfection gives rise to committing a mortal sin
A captor’s price willingly paid; that lustful, wanton desires be shed.
Only few men are able to turn me on
I question: is it me or they who are wrong?
Compassion of sexual touch is what I long
But, will to commitment, remain strong?
Elusive, has been this goal of desire to quench,
Left to endless masturbation’s gripping wrench.
Feeling less than second-string on the bench,
This passion sweat, solely mine to drench.
Canvassing the globe in search to find,
Another body-soul of like, hedonistic mind.
Aid of technology, with lust being combined,
Futile has been the resulting waste of time.
The following links are to a series of self-published books whereby you can explore their content and if so desired, purchase either in soft or hardcover or as an e-book.
Thank you in advance for your time in this regard:
Homage To A World Lost , ebook for Ipad format
Naykd Poet(ry), ebook for Ipad format
Self – Explored Through Poetry , ebook for Ipad format
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WARNING: Adult Sexually Related Content
With high unemployment, with rising costs of living in urban centers, many, especially young men, are forced into situations they otherwise would not consider but, when true hardship falls upon them, they do what is needed to survive: HUSTLE!
Wanton, lustful bodies in darkened shadows
Hiding from vice’s glaring light;
Here to pay for my tomorrows,
Fucking men in the Park, each night.
I know it’s morally wrong
But, this is my burden plight,
I’ve had to take to gay hustling;
The work is dirty but, the pay is right.
Married or straight, they have their need
For thick hard dick, an insatiable want;
If they’re willing to pay, to feed,
My naked long cock; I’m willing to flaunt.
In the end, there is no true winner;
I get the money I need with some regret,
They, the burden-guilt of the sinner;
Yet both into darkness, our paths are met.
Porn magazine display spills painted undressed flesh enhanced to virtue by pushing latent sexual wanton voyeuristic expression subconsciously infusing unattainable immediate demand for physical exploitation upon the distracted unassuming encounter of like-vision frustration imposing inexplicable desire for un-reciprocated caress by spontaneous orgasmic fulfillment.
Sex-search classifieds of men, boys seeking love
Love not purely of the emotional kind
Their word’s read of innocence and naivety
To brutal harshness of a calcified heart
That masks singular loneliness imposed by orientation
Driving their pursuance to anonymous exploitation
Motivated by need of purging sexual frustration
Fueling willingness for graphic display of wares to want
Ensuring debasement of integrity and mutual respect
Disregarding expense to potential future relationship promise
He looked into my eyes, through to my want of soul
He knew I desired him but at what cost, what toll?
His beauty of youth so obvious, not to be denied
But morality’s grasp did, our chance to love, belie
Age, the discriminator to each living life
Through its passage, experienced, is much emotional strife
It need not be this way, it makes no common sense
For often and, most certain, it’s to our own expense
We struggle to retain our vibrancy of youth
But each reflective glance, garners the harsher of truth
As each year moves closer toward an unavoidable, death end
It leaves the want to be old and living , harder to defend
Beauty, it’s said, is bestowed to the eye of the beholder
But not if such beauty is found of one young by one older
Attraction should not be defined by the measure of time’s passage
But by the degree loving hearts become emotionally ravaged
To look into the wanting eyes of one’s youthful admirer
Full of innocence and want to fulfill a yearning desire
Ignorant to the morality of adult guilt self impose
Blind to the consequence that yields such advances forever closed.
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