sprocket

the sexy pan-sexual boy spurted
a heck of a lot of cum.
once, when he was just
sitting there at his own
desk in his own bedroom,
minding his own business, reading
a novel he had been
assigned to read by his
English teacher,
the sexy pan-sexual boy got
a hardon and spurted cum
immediately, with his pants
still on. the sexy pan-sexual boy
sat there with the cum
spot on the front of his pants,
and he
thought about life, and about
spurting cum, and he thought
about reading books,
and he thought about spurting
cum. then, he stood up
from his desk and
stripped off his pants and
stripped off his underpants
and then heck the rest of
it, too, all the clothes,
and
the sexy pan-sexual boy
stood there naked,
so naked that
the little hairs
on the inside of his
ankles
fluttered like shy
butterflies, and
several of them actually
took flight
and landed
on the ceiling,
and then watched him,
as he stood there
down below,   
looking up.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Gorilla Architecture, published by Interior Noise Press in 2011.)