Wednesday, July 27, 2022

distressing

after a long cold winter
a cute boy
on a warm day
takes off all his clothes
and lies down naked
on his back
in the sunshine in a
secluded woodland clearing.
he has a big smooth erection.
he wants to touch it
but is determined not to.
he thinks he's already
done entirely enough
of that kind of thing
during his life, thank
you --
his hands are
clasped
behind his
neck
he stares
determinedly
up at the
bright blue sky and
when his
cock jounces and spurts
cums all
by itself
he softly
says
"damn"

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Chiron Review, Issue #64, Spring 2001.)

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