cryptically clean masturbation

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COUNTRY BOY TOY

When I was country boy
Ma and Pa couldn’t afford
No fancy store bought toy

So for that Christmas
Ma did some stiches
And made me up britches

Pockets with holes cut through
So I had something I could use
And play with too.

"Masturbating Reminds Me I Am"

Endorphins frantically race through my brain  
Fooling my heart to feel no more pain  
A rush of blood to flood these imprisoned cells  
Rising higher and deeper with each lie that it tells  
Of beautiful lovers and others without faces  
Covering me in scars but leaving no traces  
When vibrating storms wash over head  
Thunderous warnings mock each word that she said  
Her hand slips away revealing her fingers are mine  
In darkness reality crosses a forbidden line  
There is an uneasy calm after the coming has gone  
When all that remains is a lonely sad song  
No one is here to hold me and care  
My hard has gone soft and I can't breathe this air  
Washing reminds me that nothing is free  
The cost of pretending was my sanity  

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(jj johnson)

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swell

In my mind, I have tasted.

These satin nights where I
long for the silk of your kiss.
My thoughts and my most
secret place quiver for you.

I want what your eyes have seen,
what your heart has known.
How I crave your essence,
the poison of perfection.

I ache for every part of you
to fit within. Your face,
your words slipping beneath
my skin. Pulling me
from the softest edge of sleep.

I squirm in my chair, trying
to push my world against yours.
I yearn for your wandering hands.
The luxurious intoxication of your love.

I want you to burn for me
the way I burn for you.
To grow drunk off the pleasure-
pain of loving you.

Lift my dress and fill me
with your sweet madness.
Ease your world into me.  
I yearn to know the pictures
our shadows draw together.

I want you locked
inside me forever.
Please, fall back into me.
Love the life out of me.

Shut my eyes. Silence
my lips with your fingertips.
Show me it’s simply
enough to feel.

Wow. These are amazeballs. I was worried there'd be no response but these are great!

I think of you


I think of you,
As I,
Lie alone,
At 3 AM,
Waking,
From a dream.

I think of you,
As I slide,
My briefs down,
And biting,
My lip,
Slide,
My hand,
Rhythmically.

And I think of you,
Whispering,
Your name,
As I,
Convulse.

In sweet consummation.

Enlighten

A tickle from a marabou feather
stroking skin like fine calligraphy
on linen parchment rubbing
kindling till sparks tease the black
powder fuse into an ignition
of fireworks and a rundown
Main Street at half past misery
lights up like Manhattan at midnight
the first Spring evening after
the worst winter in years.

Dontcha just hate it

when you have to switch hands

when you get sand in your lube

when you catch a couple hidden
in the dunes on a beach
groaning away

Whats a poor lonely boy to do?

Dontcha just cant stand it

when you hear the girl
in the next dorm
moaning through the walls

And finally when you are out on your own
exploring the world
those cheap hotels
and youth hostels
down in Costa Rica
with 3/4 inch walls
with peep holes
drilled through them

And you are watching
and she gets up and
walks over to your peep hole
to finish zipping up


Whats a poor boy to do

Just what is a poor boy to do

with all that tension
with all that heat?

No Greater Pleasure

With closed eyes, I replay your image in my brain.
These tantalizing moments erect my thoughts.
Thoughts of wanting and aching for you.
Tracing my fingers down to my nape.
Unbuttoning, and then shoving my hand down my pants.
Rubbing my newly moistened special place.
Blood rushing, thoughts flooding.
I want you.
Crave you.
TO be inside.
Convulsing, pleasure so intense.
Together I envision climaxing together.
To have your seed inside me there is no greater pleasure.
Opening my eyes buttoning my pants.
My release has ended. Now back to day to day.

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On the city bus I whittled my fiddle
In hope that it would make a lady giggle
But laugh she did not
For she was a cop
And she Tazed my fiddle till it shriveled  

moth    maGnET
 
 
the yogic eye
awakens wideopen
to rushing painsprinkles
sweeping in oceanicwaves
lethargic skulls erupt in innervating blooms
hairsplitting pulls in connectivity to the infinitum
drags this puppet in bleeding reddishgrey fibrillates
submersive hollows tend towards feathery havens in expelling passion
freedom butterflies moult out of excessive salival splindling injections
wear daybeaming imaginary skymoths in tatooing bite of locustinfests
that lay themselves in and out of the digging cave in sumptuous punctures

From your space in your dark corner,
I see nothing but your eyes.
Hypnotised by my movements,
Captured by my cries.

You never look away,
We both know that you can't.
Your completely lost in the moment,
And the point where I part.

With your eyes you track my fingers,
As they tickle where you tell them to.
With blown out pupils you watch the rise and fall,
My chest it heaves with my breathes hitchibg for you.

I can't see your hands but I know where they are,
Showing appreciation to my heated show.
Our voice mixed together in a chorus made one,
Taking ourselves and each other to places only we know.

Curiosity fills my mind
As water fills the tub
Maybe just one time
Just to see whats up

Legs spread
Water running
Throw back my head
Hips bucking

Who knew you could get so dirty in the tub
No hands needed
Not even to rub
This now has been many times repeated

Come Tell It On The Mountain

the volcano erupted white gravy
every where
white gravy
the special sauce of champions
white gravy
on your biscuits
white gravy
what every growing woman needs
white gravy
the breakfast of champions
the breakfast for every growing woman

the river

the night air was thick with kentucky  
july humidity  
the kind of wet heat that caused  
clothes to stick to every curve  
the air so swollen with moisture that  
everyone walked around in some  
state of indecency  

i found myself down by the river  
that clear dark water  
reflected silver and  
invited my fevered limbs  
into her slow currents  

unclasping dusty sandals  
i sat on the sandy bank  
and dipped my pink toes  
into those impossibly cool waters  
shivers up my spine pushed  
the thin sundress over my head  
and the cotton panties down long legs  

ladylike fingers caressed ankles  
then calves and shapely thighs  
pulling me to her  
lapping gently at the sultry  
divinity of my womanhood  
hands cooled by her  
fluid movements slid from navel  
to breast leaving droplets  
of tender her to shine in  
the starlight  

an invitation to submerge myself  
between her smooth shores  
could not be ignored and soon  
i was drifting  
floating  
red hair swirling in her ebb and flow  

aligning so that her silky waters  
broke against my inner thighs  
and gently parted delicate lips  
i anchored myself in her silty bed  
pushed heels into her softness  
propped up on elbows  
knees and soft breasts above her depths  
a delicious mix of cool and warm  

i let her flow over me  
all of me  
tilted my head back and  
tasted her clean earthy essence  
savored the gradual build of  
pleasure that only she could  
ever bring  

i stared at the trees overhead  
desperate to see the stars  
between their watchful branches  
one hand with shaking fingers  
wound its way across  
floating breasts  
dipped between them and back into the water  
followed the curved line of  
stomach and hips  
before resting on that downy mound  
skillful fingers opened more  
and allowed her to taste  
my salty pleasure  

her continuous flow  
aided small movements of one sure finger  
made my breathing shallow  
i stretched my legs wide  
wanting all of her  
circling hips  
accepting her  
i let myself float  
unable to keep myself rooted  

splayed open she carried me  
along her current  
encouraged faster movements  
unrelenting in her need to  
satisfy me  

and then, in one blessed  
baptized moment  
stars were all around me  
and not just out of reach  

she washed over me  
until my still shaking body was  
caught on her gritty shore  
i rested in her  
letting my hands glide gently against  
and with her every movement  

eyes heavy with contentment  
gazed a pink horizon  
as i slowly drew myself from  
her