one could even say mesmerized

he is a sexy naked teenage boy lying
on his belly and staring at a teaberry leaf.
**
he is a sexy naked teenage boy lying
on top of a towel in the middle of
the woods and holding a solitary teaberry leaf between
his fingers.
**
he holds the teaberry leaf tightly, squishes it a bit,
holds it up to his nostrils, inhales.
he is a sexy naked teenage boy lying on
top of a towel and inhaling the aroma
of a teaberry leaf. his big smooth
dick is stiff and erect and pointing
toward his chin, and he is
lying on top of it as he inhales
the aroma of the solitary and
gently saw-toothed teaberry
leaf.
**
at this moment, he
is focused on the appearance, texture,
color, form, and aroma of that
solitary teaberry leaf as he
lies naked on his belly with a hardon on top
of the towel there in the middle
of the woods.
**
when a squirrel scolds him from up
above, it is as if his trance breaks
wide open, he is reminded of earth,
reality, everything -- he can feel the smooth shiny
head of his cock pushing right up against his
navel and, all at that single squirrel-scolding moment,
a moment that approaches sudden panic,
he gasps and starts spurting cum while
holding the teaberry leaf and
he hadn't planned on cumming this
soon, and on top of his towel, to boot,
but, he just lies there on his belly,
soaking his towel with his own cum,
pumping and pumping away, the squirrel
chattering, the odor of teaberry acrid-sweet
inside his lightly-furred and quivering little nostrils.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in neo lampshadian outpost, volume Z, issue five, 26 March 2007.)