I posted three other Halloween-themed poems earlier today. I just now stumbled onto this one -- thought I'd add it to the Halloween-themed group.  Hope ya enjoy.😈

in the mood

the turnips on the mantlepiece are sprouting and
growing leaves. meanwhile, the pumpkin
has been carved into a jack-o'-lantern,
and is glowing softly yellow from the
candle within. it is halloween, and
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
is lost in the old house into which
he has stumbled, on his walk,
from the transubstantiation of
paradise into the realm of ghosts,
and goblins, and things that go
bump in the night.
and so, now,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
finds himself standing in front
of the fireplace that has above it
the mantlepiece with the
sprouting turnips and the glowing
jack-o'-lantern, and, all at once,
the logs in the fireplace sprout
flames, and begin to burn.
it is a chilly old house,
and the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
stands there in front of the fireplace,
toasty for the first time since
he has entered the house.
as his skin warms up,
his dick gets hard and
he stands there with
his big sturdy dick pointing toward
the fireplace, and his
sexy naked butt toward
the darkness. he rubs
his hands up and down
his arms, and,
the jack-o'-lantern breaks
into an obvious smile.
the turnips twitch and
wriggle, and plot their
next move, while
the bats assemble themselves
in the attic, and prepare
to take flight -- for the window
in the attic is wide open,
as if that will help
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
with his urges, standing there
in the dark. he hears the
flutterings of wings,
and then he whimpers,
rubs his hands up and down
his arms: they are still chilly,
and the goosebumps
are clearly in charge.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2013)