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Adoration

early-morning-light
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Gazing upon him in early morning light,
His beauty makes me want to paint a naked canvas
Or write a poem about how everything is true,
As truth is found when eyes are fully open.

What is Earth but dust under our feet?
Go ahead with your life, but pause—
Drink deeply until your thirst is quenched.
Give yourself what your heart longs for.

But do not wake him yet…
Lay beside him in his dream. Smell the fragrance of his warm body.
Enter his slumber until you rest beside his soul.
Adore him silently… until his ardor stirs you open–

Allow his widening pool of light
To preempt shadow’s grievance from your life.
On this moment’s sharp edge, simply sparkle on the brink,
Give him your warmth and take no more than you need.

OLIVIER BERNIERLook at that charming face,

Waves of light upon his golden hair,

Sunrise twinkling from blue eyes,

His boyish smile revealed pure innocence.

For hours I quietly observed him play his games,

And he clearly noticed me as I kept my gaze on him.

I doubt he quite knew what to make of me,

Yet he did not run away that day.

As the day wore on, my hunger grew,

Wanting to take his innocence,

Hear him loudly cry as he surrendered,

Legs spread and naked in my bed.

When I suggested he come back for wine,

He gazed into my face as he said “Yes—

I’d love to see your place….”

He knew what he would give and lose that night.

Driving home, we said little,

Keeping eyes upon the curves,

Eyes darting in the dusk,

Hard to focus on the road

With visions in my head

And something hard below.

Once home, after drinking second glass of wine,

I put my hand on his and sensed his hesitation,

His fear of what he knew might happen,

Caught between his shyness and desire.

But when we kissed, he opened mouth,

Took my tongue against his tongue,

His blood rising in pulsing throat and warm

Arms encircled me as we drew close.

He admitted he had never done this,

Yet also knew he wanted to go on,

Had much to learn and something real to give.

Slowly, I unbuttoned buttons and removed his shirt.

We took our wine into my bedroom,

Lit a dozen candles so naked flesh

Would glow within dark corners of the room,

His nipples hard as I rubbed them with my hand.

I stripped him of his clothes,

And he became an offering upon the altar of my bed,

His young cock standing erect and quivering

As I warmed my hands between his thighs.

My God, he seemed so much an angel sent to bless,

Perhaps a choirboy bowing to a priest,

As he knelt, bent his head and took my organ in his lips,

Swallowed me down like I was a sacramental feast.

Pushing him upon his back, I licked his thighs,

Sucked round, smooth and heavy globes,

Moved north to sweetly taste his meat,

Pre-cum dripping, tasty as I lapped warm tongue to drink.

“I want you,” I whispered.

He replied, “I am yours. Take me…”

And so I took his innocence, virginity lost

Forever in that hour of night.

Yes, he shed a tear upon a cheek

When I went deep and pushed

Large into tight chamber, sighing,

At times tender, at times hard to make him weep.

Should I reveal he turned,

Exposed smooth ass and I entered yet again,

Begged me to seed him with thick cream,

Moaned, thrust back as we finally peaked?

Later, he slept within my arms.

When morning came, he left

So much behind, and took so much,

Asking when he could come again….

Long Hard Loving….

early-morning-light

Stars had long disappeared
When my eyes first opened.
In early light of morning,
There he lay, aroused,
Arousing my dark desires.

Grin upon his face was priceless,
Revealing more than words could say.
Words lay upon a page in black and white,
But his cheeks were blushing
With the rose of morning glories.

He grinned and licked his lips.
Slowly, I knew our destinies
Would be densely intertwined,
Perfectly aligned between the sheets,
As I prepared myself to make it happen.

In morning, there is no darkness
To hide our smoldering fires.
Whispered kisses become the lyrics;
Music and rhythm a shared intimacy lengthens,
Long hard loving at the break of day.

ranger

I turned around and there he was,

A fucking US Army Ranger,

So many guns I couldn’t count,

But his eyes were fixed on me,

Steady aim, first at my face,

Then my chest and crotch.

His eyes had bright smile

And his lips curved to appeal,

Hunger written all over him.

His finger was on the trigger

So what could I do

But slowly raise my hands

And say, “I’ll do whatever you

Tell me to do….”

He led me to a quiet room,

Said he was going to do a strip search.

I voiced no objection nor

Requested any lawyer.

Slowly he removed my clothes

And I surrendered to his

Careful examination.

To be honest, it was hard on him,

Though I found it went fairly easy.

His gun was loaded and when he jerked,

I felt him shoot that load— deep within my body,

not like cream but more like molten lead.

He got me from behind, legs spread,

So all I could do was yield.

My heart was arrested

For half an hour

As he took his measure and more.

At the end, we kissed;

He gave me his number.

But when I called,

It was the Army Recruiting Station.

Silly, silly me. I want to go sign up.

Wet Sand Between My Toes

wet-sand-between-my-toes

I can’t say I’m very big on guilt….
Instead, I prefer wet sand between my toes,
Friend upon my back, legs reaching for blue sky,
Bare skin against bare skin, giving in,
Letting impulses live alive toward joy,
Hurting no one, judging no one.

Why can’t we just live our lives completely free—
Feeling safe with raw intimacy?
I want to live today with my friend, naked on the beach,
Exposed to rays of sun, getting warm until the rising blood
Makes me so hot I need to swim up inside,
Pushing in until he moans and begs for more.

Do you see my point? Do you see my thighs support
His thighs au naturel, lithe and lovely legs,
Blonde curly hair blowing in the salty air….
Soon I’ll take him home; throw him on the bed,
Have our fun in play, sharing rolling waves of laughter
Upon high tide of evening love.

Meeting Jim at the Gym

gym

On cold winter’s night, I left work early,

Went to the gym for a good workout.

Worked up a sweat, then to steam room and a shower.

But as a started to dress, I had trouble putting on my socks,

Eyes distracted by this gorgeous hunk

Standing to my right….

 

His lovely ass was like full Moon,

Firm and round and teasing me to look.

He put on his shorts, then slipped them down,

Sensing that he had my interest very hard.

How to close the deal and make intentions real?

I coughed and suddenly he turned around.

 

Blue eyes locked onto mine,

His bulging member growing in his groin….

I said, “How long have you been a member?”

“I’m pretty new at this,” he said.

“Well then, I could show you around—

Maybe work out together. You seem to be in shape.”

His vision wandered up and down my body

As he said, “Yeah, I appreciate the offer.

I’d like that very much….”

 

“I’m Jim,” he said and thrust out his warm hand.

“So I’ve met Jim at the gym, eh? I’m Brad…

Would you care to stop by for a beer?”

“Damn,” he said. “You don’t waste any time.

And I’m thinking not wasting time would be good….

Lead me on….”

 

And so I did just that, lead him to my place.

Poured him a beer before I kissed him,

Stripped him of his clothes

And took him to my bed.

I loved the gruffness of hair on his face,

His open mouth alluring my tongue inside.

 

Musky smell of skin was erecting no defense.

I wanted him. I wanted him so bad.

“God, you’re good at being bad,’ he whispered.

He whimpered as I took him in my mouth,

Sucked him deeply to the core.

Then I licked his hanging globes,

Took them one by one into my mouth.

 

My tongue seemed to have a will of its own,

Pushed further south below his balls,

Then to the final goal, the whole of him,

Quivering, pulsing, thighs flexing on my head,

Finger probing past his ring, warm and wet inside…

As his hips began to thrust, I could tell—

He wanted me. He wanted me so bad.

 

I pushed him on his back and forced his legs apart,

Took his lovely ass into my hands,

My larger Earth holding him in orbit.

I entered him raw, driving hard and deep

As he moaned into my ears and begged for more.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want your seed inside.”

 

I gave him all I had; all he wanted, held nothing back—

Flooding him, pleasing him, loving every minute

As he opened like a budding flower.

Then he came, gushed upon my chest,

Warm and sweet as cream.

 

He did not want me to let him go.

He spent the night and then the day,

And then a second night he stayed.

How long this might last,

I cannot say; but I am getting attached,

Having fun together in this Jim.

 

 

 

Erotic Gay Poetry

As I opened eyes this morning,
Saw the sun rise upon his naked flesh,
Music of his chorded muscles
Played upon the air in tender waves.

I watched the manly jazz of hair,
Dark against his musky arm pits;
Spinal keys an octave to be played,
Whispered kisses, as he became my slave.

Ligaments became the strings of violins;
Buttocks the timpani for sound
As I blew upon the horn for melody…
Music, oh what music for the quivering morn!

He sighed and opened thighs
As in response a resonance began to rise.
The careless love imparted by his lips,
Rising and falling to cadenza graced with bliss.

Improvising music in the sheets,
Page by page, licking notes upon his neck
Till in a rising rush I underscored,
Decreed this act the heart and song of Rome.

Unfolding as the opus of our bodies,
Our own eternal composition, a paradise…

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For Vanderson

Married

Now that we are married,
Morning Sun seems no more unruly
As it streams through curtains
On your unblemished thighs.

At evening, when Old Moon
Is first rising darkly red—
Yet no more red than are your lips
Sleeping silently in bed.

If I had never seen the Sun
Nor subtle light of Moon by night
So deep in love am I with you
Darkness would not hide my love.

Together we do bear desire
As flowers release their scent.
True passion and the Life that springs
Rises up from fountains deep within.

When I Wake in Moonlight

Wake in Moonlight
For V. S. N.

When in middle of night
I suddenly wake in moonlight,
Don’t know who I am
Until we move closer in bed—
Touch you and remember my name.

I gaze at length of your body,
Count pulse of ocean waves
Swimming inside of your skin,
Move closer as you lay there breathing,
Trace the Moon that rests on your cheek.

Sometimes I’m amazed that you’re here,
Where others never could live,
Watch you breathe in my air,
Flutter of pearls in your eyes.
Are you awake or just dreaming?

Each night as we lie close in sleep,
You leave me on shore of waking joy,
My Moon-lit shadow brushing your lips,
Knowing I’m helpless beside you,
Your heart warm within my heart.

Reflecting Light

ReflectingLight

When I woke in early morning,

There he was on edge of bed,

Reflecting light, staring into space,

Lost within his thoughts.

Was he focused on what we did last night?

My eyes trace the shadows on his back,

Naked skin warm, inviting to my hand.

I love him most when he smells of sleep.

His hair a mess, dreams still possessed.

So I pause and watch,

Not wanting him to know I am awake,

Taking in his beauty without a sound.

I want to touch

Yet not disturb the quiet of the moment.

One word from me, one touch of hand—

Knowing he would turn and speak.

If I so much as stir,

Unconscious vulnerability would disappear,

So I lie upon the bed and do not move an inch,

Protect him while he’s unprotected…..