did you trim your toenails before your nipples got bruised?

the shadows crept up, down, across the wall--
which way did they go? how did they move?
what were the physics involved as the
earth rotated in front of the sun
as he, here in his little bedroom,
alone, sitting naked, sexy, good-looking,
his big dick turgid, throbbing,
watched the shadows
and wondered kinda half-heartedly
how they moved like they moved,
what was going on in the galaxy
that caused them to move that
way on the walls of his
bedroom,
as evening descended into the valley,
and the whippoorwills began to
sing outside his open window.
the naked, sexy, good-looking, big-dicked
young man
sat there on his bed, digging his toes into the
fibers of his skinny, slippery little
carpet.
he started tugging on his big hard dick with
one hand,
and, as he did that,
with the other hand, he lifted
a bottle of beer from the
surface of the beside table,
and pushed its rim against his lips.
he swallowed beer and tugged on
his dick and watched the
shadows move
and listened to the whippoorwills
calling out there from somewhere at the edge
of the night until he
spurted cum, big gooey blobs of it,
and then he lay back on his
bed and stared at the ceiling,
until it faded into darkness,
and all the shadows
got swallowed up, as if
they had never even existed.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)