Yacking and Bootblacking

Yacking and Bootblacking
24 August 2012

I've learned that without fail
Every pair of boots tells a tale.
As I sat on the shoeshine stand
My boots got polished by hand.
As the bootblack earnestly cleaned,
He talked of boot stories gleaned.
A person's boots become a part
Of their journey from the start.
My boots have gone many miles
Matching gay pride smiles.
Other boots helped the wearer bridge
Experiences on their pilgrimage.
The bootblack cared so very much
It came thru in his erotic touch.
Polish was bare-handedly applied.
Brushing was too fast to be spied.
In the end, not to be remiss,
He gave each buffed boot a kiss.

Bawdy Body

Bawdy Body

Kiss me from my eye to my thigh.

Blow on me from my ear to my rear.

Lick me from my gut to my butt.

Touch me from my lip to my hip.

Taste the forbidden fruit.

Play with my root

Chakra. Explore more

Of what we're here for.

Without hesitation

Let romance

And sensation

Begin to enhance

The erotic stimulation.

Let's remeasure

The level of pleasure.

Let our interaction

Start a chain reaction.

Take me over the top,

More, more, don't stop.

My body's all yours

And I'm out of metaphors.

I really don't mind

If you help me find

The splendid sights

From obscene heights.

The universe's within reach

As I let out a screech

A tidal wave of sensation

Culminates the mobilization

Of intercourse and interaction

To mutual satisfaction.

From this time hence

There is no sense

In trying to compare

A feeling that rare.

Filed forever in my memories

Are the rockets and glories

Of your bestowment

Of that special moment.

I don't care if they call it a sin,

I just want to do it again.