when it works

the music was loud and thrumming as the
two sexy naked young men sucked each other off.
each sexy naked young man writhed and contorted himself
with pleasurable ecstasy
and displayed tight sinewy muscle and hard thick dick
as he got sucked off by the
other sexy naked young man.
then, tangled all up together, their mouths fresh
with each other's semen,
they lay among the twisted and sweaty sheets and listened
as the loud music dwindled to sputter, and
then stopped.
"wanna pick another cd?" asked one of
the sexy naked young men.
"nah," said the other sexy naked young man,
"let's just lie here in the silence and
smell each other's armpits."
then both sexy naked young men began to giggle.
then they started laughing.
then they were laughing really really loud.
"i love you man," said one sexy naked young man.
"and i love you, too," said the other sexy
naked man.
and then they really did: lie there, smelling
each other's armpits, pushing their
noses in deep among the sweaty
curly hair, each sexy naked
young man getting more and more
turned on by the moment,
until it was all they could do to keep
from crawling down each other's hot slimy throats.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Gorilla Architecture, published by Interior Noise Press in 2011. And the poem first appeared in FUCK!, Vol. 12, No. 11, November 2009.)