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Boys to Men
When morning melts away the night
and sunshine streams across your face,
I am the spirit in that light.
I am the afterglow you taste.
A mirrored image in the glass,
an empty robe, two padding feet,
a feathered touch across your ass,
the scent that lingers in your sheet.
Through winter's frost I’ve kept you warm
and held your mouth unto my breast.
I’ve sheathed you from the raging storm
secure inside my balmy nest.
My powdered residue of snow
that coats your stem before the spring
will melt to raindrops as you grow
like budding flowers summer brings.
So, when at last your leaves mature,
your trunk is thick, your branches strong,
the shade you lay will be assured
to last me all the season long
From morning wood by end of May
through August’s saturating mist,
you’ll fill me up in every way
and seal my creases with a kiss.
You’ll plow me like the fertile soil
and fill my trenches with your seed.
We’ll grind and sweat. You’ll till and toil.
You’ll satisfy my every need.
But by the fall at summer’s end
September’s chill will seize your heart,
and as the yellow leaves descend,
the wind will wrench our love apart.
You’ll run aloft to greener fields.
You’ll plant your seeds in sweeter earth
where pounding perspiration yields
a snug resistance to your girth.
And I in memory will lie,
as virgin fleece gives way to pain,
a recollection’s lullaby.
You’ll split her seam and moan my name.
and sunshine streams across your face,
I am the spirit in that light.
I am the afterglow you taste.
A mirrored image in the glass,
an empty robe, two padding feet,
a feathered touch across your ass,
the scent that lingers in your sheet.
Through winter's frost I’ve kept you warm
and held your mouth unto my breast.
I’ve sheathed you from the raging storm
secure inside my balmy nest.
My powdered residue of snow
that coats your stem before the spring
will melt to raindrops as you grow
like budding flowers summer brings.
So, when at last your leaves mature,
your trunk is thick, your branches strong,
the shade you lay will be assured
to last me all the season long
From morning wood by end of May
through August’s saturating mist,
you’ll fill me up in every way
and seal my creases with a kiss.
You’ll plow me like the fertile soil
and fill my trenches with your seed.
We’ll grind and sweat. You’ll till and toil.
You’ll satisfy my every need.
But by the fall at summer’s end
September’s chill will seize your heart,
and as the yellow leaves descend,
the wind will wrench our love apart.
You’ll run aloft to greener fields.
You’ll plant your seeds in sweeter earth
where pounding perspiration yields
a snug resistance to your girth.
And I in memory will lie,
as virgin fleece gives way to pain,
a recollection’s lullaby.
You’ll split her seam and moan my name.
Published 21st Apr 2024
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Anonymous
- Edited 8th Jan 2025 8:45am
21st Apr 2024 5:19am
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21st Apr 2024 5:28am
REALLY??? That's awesome! I'm still getting over your mower. It's so convenient that you carry that with you.
Anonymous
- Edited 8th Jan 2025 8:45am
21st Apr 2024 5:30am
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21st Apr 2024 5:34am
Fuck concealing it. I'm fertilizing my lawn tonight, Dragon Boy. Get your ass over here.
Anonymous
- Edited 8th Jan 2025 8:45am
21st Apr 2024 5:36am
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24th Apr 2024 4:52am
I AM another site... LOL
Actually, I was on Booksiesilk before it exploded into flames. So, you may want to get out while you can!
But wait... you're a dragon. Okay, you got nothing to worry about.
Actually, I was on Booksiesilk before it exploded into flames. So, you may want to get out while you can!
But wait... you're a dragon. Okay, you got nothing to worry about.
Anonymous
- Edited 8th Jan 2025 8:45am
24th Apr 2024 1:02pm
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25th Apr 2024 5:31am
Anonymous
- Edited 8th Jan 2025 8:45am
25th Apr 2024 1:28pm
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26th Apr 2024 2:38am
Oh, you were talking about Booksie, then. BooksieSilk was the erotic stepchild of Booksie. The mods did not spend the time or money to keep the thing afloat. The administrators said it did not make money. I think that's what they wanted to believe. There are too many erotic literature sites that do perfectly fine for that one not to at least pay for itself. They just didn't want to deal with it.
Anonymous
- Edited 8th Jan 2025 8:45am
26th Apr 2024 2:41am
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26th Apr 2024 4:46am
When I got there, it quickly became my site of choice. I liked the pics and the format. I'm not saying it was Nirvana. Just the best site for me. There was a limited population of people, and it felt like a family. I knew lots of folks and got lots of comments, which was what I liked. I was very bummed when it crashed.
21st Apr 2024 5:20am
21st Apr 2024 5:31am
You should remember the beginning of this piece. I had to adjust it for a certain writing site because it was too dirty. Not like you, Sam... your just dirty enough.
But what I like about you most is how you clean dirty things...
But what I like about you most is how you clean dirty things...
21st Apr 2024 5:40am
Wow! This is so beautifully written. Kitten! I love the rich, nature metaphores. This passage is so comforting, "secure inside my balmy nest."
You have a real command of language that thrills my sapiosexual sensibilities. Bravissima❣ Oh, and welcome to the DUP family!
You have a real command of language that thrills my sapiosexual sensibilities. Bravissima❣ Oh, and welcome to the DUP family!
24th Apr 2024 4:55am
So beautifully written, suggestive enough without being anatomically explicit - the euphemisms are enough to fire imagination in the imaginative mind. Favourite verses (reflect my favourite parts of the year somewhat - and summer can be hottest time in more than one sense!)
From morning wood by end of May
through August’s saturating mist,
you’ll fill me up in every way
The last verse ends the poem with a jolt, when the person described has clearly moved on from you (but not entirely from their mind)
And I in memory will lie,
as virgin fleece gives way to pain,
a recollection’s lullaby.
You’ll split her seam and moan my name.
and seal my creases with a kiss.
You’ll plow me like the fertile soil
and fill my trenches with your seed.
We’ll grind and sweat. You’ll till and toil.
You’ll satisfy my every need.
From morning wood by end of May
through August’s saturating mist,
you’ll fill me up in every way
The last verse ends the poem with a jolt, when the person described has clearly moved on from you (but not entirely from their mind)
And I in memory will lie,
as virgin fleece gives way to pain,
a recollection’s lullaby.
You’ll split her seam and moan my name.
and seal my creases with a kiss.
You’ll plow me like the fertile soil
and fill my trenches with your seed.
We’ll grind and sweat. You’ll till and toil.
You’ll satisfy my every need.
24th Apr 2024 4:58am
Solomon, thank you for this amazing comment. I love how you get in there and dissect this piece. Wow!
21st Apr 2024 1:34pm
24th Apr 2024 4:59am
21st Apr 2024 2:14pm
Welcome to the DUP family, poetess.
Your seductiveness drips so delightfully across the page.
These poor men…
Your seductiveness drips so delightfully across the page.
These poor men…
24th Apr 2024 5:01am
LOL! I don't know how seductive I am, girl - but I'm not afraid to use ropes and chains when necessary. Thanks for checking out my piece. I'm so glad you like it!
25th Apr 2024 5:22am
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