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WHEN HE IS NAKED, I CAN SEE
When he is naked, I can see
More parts of him that are hairy,
The tattoo he had done – for ME –
The navel’s smile on his belly,
His testes hanging quite freely,
And how he excites easily –
His manhood stands out, like a tree,
One I can climb on readily
When we have nights of ecstasy.
More parts of him that are hairy,
The tattoo he had done – for ME –
The navel’s smile on his belly,
His testes hanging quite freely,
And how he excites easily –
His manhood stands out, like a tree,
One I can climb on readily
When we have nights of ecstasy.
Published 4th Dec 2014
| Edited 7th Dec 2014
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"nights of ecstasy" - yes, the ingredients are there. You write, "When he is naked," but you too are nakedly transparent here. Sharing a side of you. A part we all have, love for the oneness that sameness (same sex organ) gives us. It is natural to reason inductively, from the particular to general. Once one loves his or her own sex organ, instead of saying "I love my penis," you can say "penis is good." "I love my penis" becomes "I love the penis." Just a thought.
6th Dec 2014 5:27pm
6th Dec 2014 7:06pm
The poem came to mind the day after I put up the previous poem - thought it would make a companion piece, an equivalent especially for women to look at.
7th Dec 2014 2:12pm
