BY THE DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT
(I’m not really a poet, but this format just seemed to flow…)
In the grey light of dawn,
My current lover and I lie in bed,
Both naked,
Both exhausted,
After both fucking and sucking each other
All night long.
His smooth young hairless back
Is pressed against my stronger, slightly hairy chest.
He is 20 but looks 15,
Both smaller and
Twinkier
Than I usually go for.
But he has a cute face framed by
Blonde curls
That Raphael would have put on one of his
Cupids
And what he lacks in finesse
He makes up for with
Enthusiasm
And he is willing to learn.
So I keep him around, having
No expectations
That he will stay long.
And when he tires of me or
I tire of him, I won’t be
Sorry
To see him go – but
In the meantime,
He is a lot of fun.
His cute face is framed by the satin pillowcase
In the dim light, and his regular breathing
Indicates that he is fast asleep, but
I am wakeful.
I have both arms wrapped around his narrow waist,
My right arm trapped under him, my left arm above.
My tongue tastes the salty silkiness of his
Smooth skin – unblemished, peach-golden, supple,
Bending to my every whim.
The front of my hairy, thick thighs are pressed
Against the back of his skinny, hairless ones,
And my imprisoned right hand
Can reach up just far enough
To cup his small hairless balls.
He shifts slightly, snuggles closer into me,
And his sweet cherry lips part
As he breathes deeper through his mouth,
But he does not wake.
His smallish cock responds to the
Sensual sensory signals
From his cupped balls,
And it begins to swell and unfurl and grow out
Stiffer
From its limp position on his thigh.
My own larger, thicker
Cock
Is filling the gap in the crack between his
Round bubble butt-cheeks, and
My left hand moves to gently stroke his burgeoning
Man-Boyhood.
One finger along the side of the shaft of his boyish
Penis
Brings it to full attention, and
His breathing is deeper now, and his eyes
Flit to and fro beneath his still-closed eyelids.
My left hand now has
A finger and thumb on either side