Indulges and Bulges

This poem is dedicated to two yearly events that happen in San Francisco. Dore Alley occurs the last Sunday of July and Folsom Street is the last Sunday of September.

Indulges and Bulges
24 June 2010

Walking down the street I ogle and stare
At Dore Alley and Folsom Street Fair.
The men are more than just pretty faces,
They have muscles and bulges in the right places.
Any one of them can sign up on my dance card
Just looking at them makes me drool and get hard.
Their looks and bodies are hard to hide
Especially when they’re naked outside.
The entry signs say no fucking or nudity
But those in the know don’t put up with such prudity.
As San Francisco’s finest reposed
I’ve strolled by with my privates exposed.
Regardless of the weather
Most of the crowd wears leather.
There are people of both sexes and all sizes
And a few come with odd surprises.
I get my favorite wish there
To walk around in fetish gear.
When the sky’s unclouded
The street becomes crowded.
You never know who you’ll meet,
And you might have sex in the street.
Folsom & Dore are a mix of fantasy and real
Mostly you just look, but sometimes you feel.
There’s drooling by the hour
With no hope of a cold shower.
Later when the fog rolls in,
It’s the rigamarole’s end.
Outside the temperature drops
But indoors the party never stops.
The memories are all so good
I’ll be back next time in all likelihood.

Station Variation

This past weekend I went camping with the fairies, sisters, bears and other queers. I wrote this poem last summer after camping for Leather/Levi Weekend. One night they had a demo tent with stations for different forms of interaction.

Station Variation

by Al Smith

August 2009

Impact

Make a fist and hit

It may hurt a bit

Pound & punch away

Can you take it all day?

Is it your wish

To take all I dish?

Electricity

Let me give you a jolt

It won’t be a thunderbolt

We’ll start with just a tingle

And ramp up the juice ‘til you jingle

Ping, ping, ping, ping

Until you sing.

CBT

Let me give you a tap

I’ll keep it consistent

Like a soft slap.

Soon the insistent

Vibrations of rap, rap

Will send sensations

Of nerve modulations.

Flogging

Just look at the cat of nine tails

The very picture of prison & jails

As it hits my back

Give me no slack

Put me in my place

Send me into alternate space.

Single Tail

Oh the whip long

Single tail so strong

Such a quick sting

You make me sing

I raise my voice

To my toy of choice.

Waxing

Go on by the hour,

Please don’t stop.

Give me a hot shower

Of wax drop by drop.

Yes, the hot wax

Helps me relax.

Spanking

I’ll be the slut.

You get out the planking.

I’ll put out my butt,

You give me a spanking.

I really mean thanks

For all the spanks.

Caning

To begin the skin

Is not virgin.

Don’t you constrain;

What keeps me sane

I attain from the pain

Of a cane.

Fisting

I’ll make a fist

That’s hard to resist

And insert it to my wrist.

Then with a twist

I’ll be assisting

Your liking of fisting.

Fusion

It’s all about sensation

And intense stimulation.

This is my ode

To sensory overload.

Let the endorphins flow.

Bring on that afterglow.

Prepared Compared

My experience has been that any speech will be slightly different delivered than rehearsed. Here's the speech I gave at the Mr. San Diego Leather 2010 contest. The other contestant was Anthony who spoke first.

As Prepared

In a life full of stories

My earliest memories

Go back to Sunday School

And learning the golden rule.

The kids with me then

Were still in the same pool

Several years later when

We graduated from high school.

The last time I went to a class reunion

I felt we had nothing in common

I had a strong sense of disunion.

I only wanted to run.

That’s a sharp contrast

To when I’m with leather folk.

I never feel outcast

And that’s no joke.

You are my people, my tribe.

It’s hard for me to describe,

My feelings run deep inside.

Regardless of any personal difference

I challenge you to pursue excellence

Becoming a person of quality

Living life with a touch of frivolity.

As Aired

In a life full of stories

My earliest memories

Go back to Sunday School

And learning the golden rule.

The kids with me then

Were still in the same pool

Several years later when

We graduated from high school.

The last time I went to a class reunion

I felt we had nothing in common

I had a strong sense of disunion.

I only wanted to run.

That’s a sharp contrast

To when I’m with leather folk.

I never feel outcast

And that’s no joke.

You are my people, my tribe.

It’s hard for me to describe,

My feelings run deep inside.

Like Anthony it's hard for me to yelp

And ask for help.

Regardless of any personal difference

I challenge you to pursue excellence

Becoming a person of integrity

Living life with a touch of frivolity.