escargot with plain jelly

while the cup runneth over, the
bees buzzed lazily about the paper mill,
and the sky was a pink shade of blue.
it was then that the
tall lonely lovely big-dicked young man
decided, then and there, that it
was time for a change.
he picked a fleck of celery stem from
between his startlingly white teeth.
he stood on a bridge, and peered down
into the warm brown swirling water,
only 10 feet below him.
the tall lonely lovely big-dicked young man
was a good swimmer, and this
just didn't seem right.
he was fully dressed, and
that water was so dirty.
so,
the tall lonely lovely big-dicked young man
hiked across town,
knocked on the door of a perfect stranger,
and begged for mercy.
perfect stranger ends up sucking the
big hard smooth thick dick of
the tall lonely lovely big-dicked young man.
immediately after
the tall lonely lovely big-dicked young man
spurts about a pint of hot gooey cum right into
the perfect stranger's warm willing mouth,
the tall lonely lovely big-dicked young man
scampers off into the wilderness,
strips off all his clothes,
and sings a trout-fishing song
to the brook, a fly-swallowing song
to the birds,
a nectar-sucking song to the bees.
then, stark naked,
and far too beautiful for this world,
the tall lonely lovely big-dicked young man
eases himself down onto a big smooth rock,
warmed so gently by the summer sun,
and it is there
that he
warms his balls,
hanging there low
against the warmth
of the smooth flat rock --
first his left ball, then
his right, the
warmth of the
hot sun-heated
rock spreading up
his abdomen,
and into the
very center of his
chest, his
heart beating
for clear pure joy, or
at least
something
very much
like that sort of thing should feel,
if one ever felt that
kind of thing, and well,
if one ever did,
then this would be it,
wouldn't it? the sky
a lovely shade of
orange, the sun
a fiery mist
of love.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)