40, 45 minutes

the two sexy young men unzipped each
other's pants,
freed each other's cocks,
played around a while, spurted
their cum,
wiped up, then settled
onto the couch
mostly naked
to watch tv.
**
they talked about ordering
chinese food for dinner, or
maybe pizza, or maybe
deli. they yawned and
stretched and looked
at each other yawn and
stretch, noticed the play and
interplay of tawny skin
tight over young muscle, observing
tiny pink nipples and mostly-healed
shaving nick
on smooth yet dimpled chin;
they snuggled and cuddled
and touched each other
suggestively, didn't
really think they were
up for another round,
but discovered that yep, they
actually were.
**
after, naked on
the couch, snuggled
there in front of
the tv, they settled
on chinese, and on who would
phone, and on who would
get dressed, and on who would
answer the door --
all warm and friendly
decisions, made there
in the sweet/musky aroma
of love and sex
and hunger.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Van Gogh's Ear: The Love Edition, Volume 6, 2009.)