Two poems

steadfast magenta

"masturbation is the solution, not the problem,"
says one sexy masturbating young man
to the other sexy masturbating young man.
as they often do, they are performing
this activity together, naked, and talking about
it, and anything else that might
occur to them.
"the actual problem is of course
the relentless hardon," says
the first sexy masturbating young man.
"exactly!" says the
second sexy masturbating young man.
then he continues: "i mean, you
can't just walk around with a hardon
all the time, can you? it's just
not culturally acceptable!"
"of course it's not," says
the first sexy masturbating young man.
"and you can't fight culture," he adds.
the two sexy masturbating
young men are standing about 5 feet apart,
facing each other, talking,
watching each other masturbate.
they are young and sexy and big-dicked and
ridiculously good-looking.
they are staring intently at each other now,
anticipating the moment of orgasm.
"just about there," says the first
sexy masturbating young man.
"me too," says the other sexy
masturbating young man,
the dusk licking at the door,
and, suddenly, they both start spurting cum.
they spurt cum and spurt cum
and spurt yet more cum, until,
they're done. they stand there staring at
each other all sexy and beautiful and
big dicks starting to get a
little bit droopy.
then,
"wanna get a pizza?" says the first sexy young man.
"heck yeah," says the other sexy young man.
"extra pepperoni?" says the first sexy young man.
"of course!" says the second sexy young man.
those two: once again they agree on just
about everything, and, once again, life
is pretty dang good.

--Carl Miller Daniels


now now diurnal tryptophan

the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
stood at the edge of the meadow,
looking down at the little
white flowers that were blooming
profusely in the warm light of the summertime
sun. he was in a great mood.
he felt like giving himself a thousand million
orgasms, one for each and every
flower that was exploding there in front
of him.
**
"god, what a beautiful day. god,
what a wonderful day," thought the
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
as he tugged gently on his big smooth massive
dick, hard, and thick, and shiny,
until, very soon, he
watched the cum explode out of its
tip,
savored the moment, savored the
sensation of harsh orgasm and
its gentle nerve-soothing after-effects.
**
now, the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
wanted another one, another orgasm,
right now, right this minute, and he
wanted it immediately!
but that was pretty much impossible.
his dick was now soft, and he would
have to wait a while for it to
"re-charge".
but he didn't want to wait
he didn't want to wait
he never ever wanted to wait.
**
his good mood evaporated.
**
it was a beautiful day,
but
way too long,
and all those goddamn little white flowers,
well, they
could just go
fuck themselves.
**
when the earth is a zillion
years old,
how does anyone
go on?
and why do they
do it? with
the hint of summer
fading, and the
breath of winter
feeding on the
curly twists of time.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Be Kind to Strangers, published by BareBackPress in 2015.)