door locked, twice

it smells like a lair.
it smells like a boy.
it smells like a
sexy boy who
loves beating off and
spurting cum.
and this is his room:
his own room.
he likes it here,
in the musk-smelling
cum-scented armpit-aroma
pubic-hair aromatic quality skanky
electrified air
of his own
boy-smell room.
he likes lying here naked on
his back, his big cock hard
and throbbing.
he likes lying here in his own
room,
playing with his cock, spurting
cum,
breathing in the scent, yes,
he likes very very much
just lying here naked and big-dicked
and busy-fingered--vaguely sensing
that
somewhere out there,
far far away, is the
dull and generalized murk
of a vast and odorless
universe.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2005)