Tuesday, September 30, 2025
faith
mostly for samuel the blue sky
elicits thoughts of other cute young
men, naked, naked, naked.
**
samuel, a cute young man himself,
dark hair, dark eyes, the kind
of eyes you look into and see
yearning and too much sensitivity
and too much sense of the
tragic nature of the universe
and the quality of ineffable sadness,
wellllll, today samuel stands alone
in the forest and takes off
all his clothes, and hopes.
**
samuel hopes, that out of the warm crackly
air that writhes and hisses between the trees,
a sexy naked young man will suddenly
materialize, declare his love, admiration,
and lustful yearnings for samuel, and
then they will twine like tawny
sex-crazed beasts there on the
needle-strewn ground.
**
as is usual, though, with his
trips to the forest, samuel waits
around a while, naked, his big smooth
hard dick a beacon to which you'd think
at least one cute young guy would
be helplessly drawn, would flock
to, hone in on, be attentive to beyond
all reasonable standards of
attentiveness, perhaps even
fixated upon -- warm, full lips
ready for placement. however,
no one shows up. and samuel
stands there alone alone alone
all hard-up with no other
plans.
**
eventually, of course, samuel
jerks off, spews his hot young cum onto
the crisp abundant pine needles --
there must be millions of pine needles --
millions of them -- samuel is
overwhelmed by their sheer
numbers, by the extent
to which they cover the ground,
so thick they must've been
accumulating for hundreds of
years, there, in the forest,
where samuel waits faithfully
for his luck to change.
--Carl Miller Daniels
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