toe-hold

waking up one morning,
the good-looking big-dicked sexy young man
bounded out of bed,
got in his car, and started driving.
he went far far far into
the countryside, found a
forest, parked his car,
walked into the forest,
and sat down on a rock
and thought about his life. while
he was thinking about his life,
he stripped off all his clothes
and tugged on his big hard smooth dick,
there in the forest, alone except
for the black-n-white banded
kingsnake, nestled only a
few feet away from his
naked toes.
the good-looking big-dicked sexy young man
and
the black-n-white banded kingsnake
watched each other as the
the good-looking big-dicked sexy young man
played with his own dick, and, right
after
the good-looking big-dicked sexy young man
spurted a whole bunch of cum, big gooey
gobs of it, the
black-n-white banded kingsnake said:
"pleasure is all that really matters,
isn't it?"
to which the good-looking big-dicked sexy young man
replied: "it's important, all right."
the two of them continued looking
at each other, there in the
middle of the forest,
the good-looking big-dicked sexy young man,
and
the black-n-white banded kingsnake.
then, when the
good-looking big-dicked sexy young man
said, "well, gotta go now, i'm late
for a wedding,"
the black-n-white banded kingsnake
crawled away, deeper into
the forest, profoundly disappointed
by this, his very first reptile-human inter-species   
interaction.
the good-looking big-dicked sexy young man
sensed the snake's disappointment,
but, upon leaving the forest,
the good-looking big-dicked sexy young man
went to the wedding, and, while there (and
when the bride's back was turned), he
indulged in a few puzzling shenanigans with
the groom, during which, among
other things, he and the groom secretly shared
tall frothy glasses
of the most expensive champagne.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Thieves Jargon, issue #203, October 19, 2010.)

Happy Note: This poem was recently featured in a DeepSNAKES video by Karina Bush and AI. Here's the link to that video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLtOyvGFA10.

Another Note: For those of you who might not know the term ASMR (before this film was made, I didn't), ASMR stands for  autonomous sensory meridian response; a term used to describe a tingling, static-like, or goosebumps sensation in response to specific triggering audio or visual stimuli. These sensations are said to spread across the skull or down the back of the neck and, for some, down the spine or limbs.

I found all that on Google. And now that I know what ASMR means, I totally understand how it applies to my poem.

Anyhow! Hope you enjoy my poem, and hope you enjoy the film that's now showing on DeepSNAKES.

Here's a still from the film --