Sunday, March 29, 2020

jupiter oil

in the heat of the afternoon
when the record player is playing on loud
and the sound of the shroud that
descends from the sky is
a beer-batter mix of joy and sorrow
and plans that will never be carried out,
that is when the two sexy naked big-dicked
teenage boys
suck on each other's hard pulsating dicks
and gulp down each other's hot
gooey sloppy cum
and inhale the scent of each
other's lightly curly musky pubic hair
and the record player plays really
loud
old-fashioned
a turntable and
everything that
goes along with
the spin of sunlight
on a disk of shiny plastic,
rotating at a constant speed,
for purity of sound,
maximum listening
pleasure, as the
two sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
kiss each other's lips
and
appreciate everything else
that goes along with doing
that. the smell of
cum. the taste of
crackerjacks, true, an old-fashioned
snack food, but still
consumed at
various times
throughout the
vagaries of
just a regularly honest
live-long day.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

No comments: