Three Poems

Hi!
Three hot AI-generated guys recite
these poems in a recently-produced
YouTube video. A different
guy recites each poem. Here's the
link to the YouTube video--

https://youtu.be/z7LujLrau7M

The video was created by Karina Bush
at the DeepSNAKES YouTube channel.

The poems that the guys recite are below--




all creatures

the smell of that last drop of cum clinging
to the tip of a sexy young man's cock
after he's just orgasmed
is
musk, sex, youth, joy, ecstacy, primal guttural
perfume
as he stands there
his mouth open his lips
dry
and his breathing deep;
there are reddish blotches
on his chest and neck
that just appeared all by
themselves during the
excitement as he
stood smooth tawny naked and jerked off
and now there is that
single odiferous drop of cum
clinging to the tip
of his cock,
and the rest of
his load is slimy
droplets on the
soft green moss
at his feet --
funny the tiny blue
butterfly ignores
the cum on the moss
and heads right for
the tip of the
young man's cock,
lights, sips cum,
the sexy young man
astonished,
repulsed, utterly
charmed.

--Carl Miller Daniels


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BG p40
(Beautiful Guy poem 40)


BG (Beautiful Guy) and hot sexy Jake
both wake up with a hardon.
They are lying in bed together
in their cozy little
apartment. They are both
naked, and, as usual,
all the covers are thrown
off. "Let's frot!" says BG.
"OK!" says Jake. So
Jake crawls on top
of BG. Jake presses
his nipples tight
against BG's nipples
and starts rubbing his
dick and balls against
BG's dick and balls.
BG sticks his tongue
into Jake's mouth and
rubs the tip of his tongue
up against the tip
of Jake's tongue.
"Yummy," says BG, "the
flavor of last night's pizza
sure lingers don't it?"
Then BG and Jake both start laughing,
and as they're laughing
they're rubbing their
dicks and balls together,
kinda grinding and
squishing them together
but in a warm and friendly
kind of way and since
their big dicks are
so hard, they'll only
scrunch so much
they just go on
rubbing their very hard dicks
and their nice hairy balls together
rubbing and rubbing
and rubbing
and very soon KABOOM
they both spurt cum
and spurt cum and
spurt yet more cum,
and yes, spurt even
more cum,
and BG says "How
is this possible
I'm still cumming!"
and Jake says "I can
feel you squirting on
my belly and guess
what I'm still cumming
too!" And so they
just lie there a while
longer, Jake on top
and pressed tight
against BG and they
just spurt cum a
while longer, and
then they spurt some
more cum! until,
finally, they stop
spurting. They
lie there on the bed
kinda stuck wet and
slimy to each other's
bellies, they're
hot and
sweaty and out of breath.
"What was in that
pizza anyway?" says Jake.
"I dunno," says BG,
"but let's order it again tonight!"

 
--Carl Miller Daniels (December 22, 2022)


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just the thumbs

cute guys who writhe --
ah cute guys who writhe --
cute guys who really truly WRITHE,
cute guys who roll around naked
on top of the sheets and WRITHE,
really WRITHE, well, they are nothing short of
wonderful.  twisting and
turning and rolling and extending
and flexing and well, WRITHING,
god, they are HOT.
cute guys who strip off all
their clothes and writhe,
who roll around naked
and exhibit paroxysms of ecstasy,
who stretch & wriggle & contort themselves
with the pleasure
and passion of being cute and naked
and sexual and alive and sensate
and who writhe and writhe
and writhe as the world
turns slowly:  ah, cute guys who
writhe! ah! cute guys who really WRITHE,
and mean it! "contortion" doesn't
begin to describe what they do.
"extreme stretching and flexing" --
that doesn't do it justice either.
"twisting and turning and
displaying themselves passionately and
exuberantly" comes close. but
what these guys do is WRITHE. and
when you see them writhe, you'll
know that what you've seen is writhing, and
you'll know that you want to
see it again.  by the way,
people also writhe in
the grips of pain, instead of
in the throes of joy. the
similarity of facial gestures can be
unsettling, and, to some, it is
quite troubling.  saints.
ah the tears and screams of the saints.
echoing into the night,
old church walls
shedding their paint.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem first appeared in Zygote in My Coffee, print issue #6, Winter 2009. It also appears in my book String Bean.)


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Those are the three poems that are featured in the YouTube video. And here are photographs of the three AI guys who recite those three poems--

  

 

 

 

Yummy guys! For me, it's a real rush watching their pretty lips and hearing them recite my poems!

Best wishes,

Carl Miller Daniels