This poem is written without capitalization or punctuation, making it vague like dreams.

Trance Expanse

sometimes a sensation of spinning

or a panicked feeling of falling

at sleep’s nebulous beginning

frequently floating, just lolling

or jumping to different scenes

interacting with family or friends

from co-workers to drama queens

to discuss with or make amends

sometimes they haven’t been 

seen or thought of in years

people come and go unbidden

existing in their own spheres

whether seeming real or sublime

in haziness, for all schemes 

there’s no sense of time

in the soft land of dreams

Touch As Such

Touch As Such
23 May 2014

Your hand on my knee
Generates the calm
Of skin on skin.
The sensation pleases me,
To feel the palm
Of another human.
Let me soak in our alchemy
And focus on the balm
Of the touch vitamin.

Examination Determination

Examination Determination
7 June 2012

Like most days begin
I stand, stretch and test
My body and naked skin
To see what feels best.
My hands touch around
Evoking tactile sensation
Slowly going up and down
My skin in each iteration.
My motions have stops and starts,
Lingering on the delicate parts.

Thru the window sunlight
Adds to my skin's perception.
It feels so good and right,
I give it a welcome reception.
The grinning smile on my face
Says I'm glad to be alive,
Enjoying the world's embrace,
And learning how to thrive.
I'm sure you'll list
Me as a sensualist.

Physique Mystique

Physique Mystique

20 December 2011

Following my propensity

And the immensity of intensity

To utmost sensation density

And release of body tenseness

Easing stubborn resident stress,

So I  support and express yes

To the complex 

Natural reflex

And savor sex.

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.

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.