12:00

eleven thirty
back to back
you look up
and I look down
given time
we’ll grow close
heartbeats loud
our tic toc sound

no stopping it
patience is key
twelve o’clock
our hearts align
days and weeks
and now we meet
this noon of love
when you are mine

time will pass
and time will fly
we’ve grown apart
both you and I
but I don’t fear
true love has power
and we will meet
another hour

round and round
and round we go
how to stop
we do not know

The gold digger’s handjob

a handjob by my wife
but I’m thinking of you
of how we kissed
and how we danced
how we made one of two
we used to walk
we used to sit
I think of us
with every stroke
but me, I want
a wealthy life
my wife is rich
and you are broke
hot body, smart
funny and young
to me you were
a drug
but not a penny
to your name
so you
don’t get to tug

Pink Ribbon Girl

she is
my sweet pink ribbon girl
she’s special
in a grey, dull world

her hair is tied
with satin strips
and little bows
adorn her petticoat dress
on shoulders
and on the edges
like butterflies
white and pink
that landed
and just decided to stay

sweet small feet
in high-heeled ankle wraps:
ribbons tied in bows
all pink and white

home made choker
inches wide
and pink, of course
a teeny-tiny silver heart
just dangles there
as if hers is for grabs

(it is not)

I always watch
my ribbon girl
all day long
and every day
I dream of her
in pink and white
on backgrounds
bleak and grey

at night
when all the colours go
sweet ribbon girl goes too
all comes off
except the shoes

a wide black ribbon
around her neck
is studded leather
it has a leash

I have my way
she wants me to
I care for her
I want me to
we cuddle
and we sleep

I always see
my ribbon girl
all night long
and every night
I dream of her
in pink and white
when all is black
she is the light

when we wake up
dreamy still
I fetch her ribbons
and tie some bows
she combs her hair
as I just watch
I sit
I dream
in pink and white
colours
of sweet and joy
of love
and light

Precum Taste

“and this?
how does this feel?”

a finger circles
her hard clit

“this, no this,
does this feel good?”

i watch her face
feel nips get hard

my tongue twirls
i suck and lick
her sounds
tell tales
of highs and lows
of come and go

a man does know
a boy does not

sounds she makes
her moves and moans

my precum
has the sweetest taste
once she sighs
“oh, wow”

Little Pink Kimono

little pink kimono
satin, smooth and soft
it makes me feel
so beautiful

way too short
but i like the feel
of wind around my balls
and how my head
goes peek-a-boo
after a few brushes
with the fabric
or how little drops
and stains adorn
the lower edges
on the front, you sick fuck

ding-dong

“hi, UPS guy”
– “hello sir, i have a package for you”
“yeah, and i for you”
i swirl like i practiced
draping cloth on both sides
of my shaft

oh, how we laughed
and said goodbyes
two heterosexual men
with a sense of humor

i love that UPS guy
almost as much
as my little pink kimono