pure

in green knoll field
it is summer
it is warm
it is moist
and the sweet slender
sexy naked boy
has just spurted
a nice healthy
dollop of hot
restless cum.
he
spurted
his cum off into the grass,
thereby sparing his belly,
but certainly not that
patch of
now gooey & cum-spattered
grass. he
lies there beside it
now, staring up
at the clear clean
blueness of the sky.
he is relaxed,
and sexily
at ease; the tip of
his big cock
is still
moist with a
sticky driblet of
cum.
meadowlarks are
singing to each other,
ignoring the
naked sexy
boy lying on his
back in their meadow.
he thinks they're singing
for him, though,
and he likes their song.
he's feeling light
and tingly,
the sunshine on
his nakedness, the
glow of warmth
on his big soft
cock and on his delicate
and lightly-furred
balls, as he
grins goofily
at peace under
the warm summer sky.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2004)