Cool & crisp as freshly laundered sheet upon my bed he lay there.
His pale desident hued skin in stark contrast of the navy egyptian linen.
His black hair, colour from a bottle, cascaded around the azure lace pillowcase.
My goth on a victorian bed with Anne Rice’s signature tattooed upon his arm.
His chest and abdomen not chiseled, supple, still stated almost a feline perfection.
His left hand over his right aola circling like the out lines of a labyrinth to my soul...
As bach is heard from the cd player.
His right hand held his ever hardening manhood, proud but not gaudy it stretched upward.
His legs crosses leaving his testes to like a butt pirate’s treasure yet to be explored.
He said what’s keeping you and smiled tenderly then deeply sighed smiling all the while.
I finished undressing turned the oscillating fan on full…
then sat beside him on the bed leaning down to kiss him before joining him there.
As out lips met I gently licked his lower lip the pressed my tongue deep into his oral cavity.
Our tongues playfully intertwined in a impassioned kiss. I bit his lip gently then kissed both eyes…
Then went for his neck and shoulders in some ancient rite of taking him I gnawed and gave love bites.
He whimpered and grew chill bumps underneath my administrations.
Then let out an “ahhh!” sound from deep within his belly, another kiss before leaving that measure of flesh.
I then went at his tits like a suckling pig I rooted and chewed as his nipples grew harder and flesh pinkened.
Licking down his abdomen to his navel then his brown pubis I licked his cock.
It moved as if it had it a free will… a life of it’s own...
I took the head deep into my mouth to the back reaches of my throat for one brief moment “ohh!”
then attached his nuts. One then the other then took both in my mouth at the same time. “yes!”
he would be mine again this summer’s morning… as robins sang and sparrows chirped. I’d have him.
I, then, licked down from his testes on the ribbon one get after their testes descend in the womb that 'g' spot.
I kissed the rosy lips of his anus and tongued wantonly what would be mine to subdue.
He moved excitedly pressing against my working tongue and lips. The gristle of my nose bent against the pressure.
His joy and ecstasy would be mine to control . “please,” he whispered in hollow tones.
“fuck meeee!” and I did...
I press the head of my latex hooded member into him. He sighs gently the almost growls.
“oh by the god’s this is sweet!” I exhale on entering him.
“yes, daddy!” he whispers gently while raising facing me then kisses me in a grateful act of grace.
I’m barred deeply in the silken recesses of the wet, warm cavern of his love shut.
I rock slowly… then ever increasingly start to piston.
My right hand on his cock – jerking… …it…
My left hand on his right tit then his left -- tweaking… …each…
After a fashion within my hand his cock grows in girth and length as it hardens ever so much more…
His scrotum tightens about his ample nuts.
As I stroke faster – precum oozes out the slit…
His head is rolling side to side…
Deeper…
Harder…
Faster…
I plunge!
After a while I lift out my right then left legs until they are parallel with his body—
My feet near his head…
Maximum pressure now against his love spot—
My hands firmly pull his hips down upon me…
I’m barred in his ass…
My pierced cock pressing hard on his firm prostate.
"I'm cumming!" he cries out
He issues forth…
HOT,
WET
WHITE,
MOLTEN JIZZ.
it glistens wetly upon his belly chest and left cheek.
It pools opalescent around his navel.
I shoot…
Deeply within his bowels. I drops my head against the foot board…
Pulling him down further upon my cock as I shoot the last of my wad.
We lie in silent bliss as the fans blows cool air caressingly about us.
Our breathing steadies back to a somewhat normal pace and intensity.
We disassemble…
I move to lap up his spent liquid as if I were a cat after some spilt cream.
Then lie beside him tenderly…kissing deeply…Sharing our breakfast of champions.
5/25/07 10am



we are what we own:
if you do not like your destination then change your character.
if you do not like your character then change your habits.
if you do not like your habits then change your decisions.
if you do not like your decisions then change your emotions.
if you do not like your emotions then change your thinking.
if you do not like your thinking then change your WORDS!
Allow only yourself to frame your thinking.
6/02/06


near an ice castle made of glass & steel i ice skate this winter’s day.
she and i are one gliding… assembled like the steel and glass structure behind us
I lift she rises we spiral down into a half camel.
she has a red scarf we hold at ends ice dancing away…
in the steel town upon the winter’s day.

voices about of other unseen skaters like gaggle of geese cry out.
It is but she and i…
steel and glass…
metal on ice…
flowing—
in the sun light…
this december’s day…
as car drive by…
going—

smells of coffee and hot chocolate waft through the air…
it is but she and I
steel and glass…
metal on ice…
gliding—
in the morning…
among the buildings…
foot ball in the air…
not hiding---

nameless, faceless people stare…
we are oblivious we don’t care.
we are making love to the ice…
blatantly—in public!
it is but she and I
steel and glass…
metal on ice…
music play---
we forge on…
the two of us…
we ice dance…
in pittsburgh, pa.
12/17/06