everybody deserves at least one

candy lay melting on the floor, dripping down
the front of the stove, as
the sexy skinny teenage boy
walked around naked in the kitchen,
a drippy candy-covered wooden spoon in one hand,
a long glass-tube-shaped cooking thermometer
in the other hand. the sexy skinny teenage boy
had been having fun, cooking there at
home all alone, after deciding to make
a batch of candy from scratch:
butterscotch, with chocolate swirled
throughout. the kitchen smelled
wonderful, as he walked around
naked with the drippy spoon in one hand
and the cooking thermometer in the other hand.
and, now that dozens of delicious-looking blobs
of candy were resting on the wax-paper-covered
cooking pans scattered all around
on the kitchen countertops, and the
air was filled with the scent of
warm butterscotch and chocolate, the
sexy skinny naked teenage boy found
that he had sprouted quite a hardon,
there in the kitchen, surrounded
by all that candy.
he put down the spoon. he put down
the thermometer. he
grabbed a blob of the warm
candy from one of
the wax-paper-covered pans, and he
put that blob of warm candy onto his
tongue, letting it kind of
sit there, melting into the
slobbery pinkness.  he looked
down at his hot beautiful throbbing
dick. he looked at the spots
of melty candy lying on the floor,
and at the
drips that ran down the front
of the stove. then, without
even touching his dick, he
spurted out several large gushes
of cum, and his orgasm
was so good his cum
landed about 5 feet away
from him, spotty on the
floor, mingling with some
of the candy drippings.
"wow" he said, right outloud
there in the kitchen.
"perfect day."

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014. The poem first appeared in Chiron Review, Issue Number 88, Autumn 2009. There's a photo of me on the cover of that issue of Chiron Review.)