Posts Tagged ‘sex’
I Am a Man
I am a man
I’m mean and strong
My fuse is short
My penis, long
I don’t need help
From here to there
My face and butt
Sprout lots of hair
I guzzle beer
While watching sports
Kids shield their eyes
When I wear shorts
I eat raw steaks
And spicy wings
(Plus onion flavored
Bagel rings)
I never cry
Except at night
Trying on bras
Is normal, right?
I laugh and curtsy
Skip and twirl
Oh man I wish
I was a girl!
04
11 2009
Sonnet X
I’ve gripped a bagel curve or two before,
And though they all have let me get my fill,
As soon as each one’s gone I just crave more,
Which leaves me in a battle of the will;
For I know I could trace these lines all day,
Caressing them with fingers, lips and tongue,
Live out my years in fresh-baked ecstasy,
‘Til one day I’m no longer fresh and young;
Then, belly full and burping, I’d look back,
At all the onioned rings around my life,
And wonder, did this excess cause some lack,
In love shown to my friends, my kids, my wife?
Such thoughts provoke an emptiness profound,
Yet my mind can’t prevent them spinning round.
12
10 2009
man hands
i’m a somewhat sexy man
with fairly sexy, manly hands
they hold my briefcase while at work
and punch walls when i go berserk
they gut the blue gill that i caught
and stroke my beard when i’m in thought
they’re calloused in the yard and such
but women find them soft to touch
yet my palms reach their sexiest
when on them onion bagels rest
03
09 2009
Dirty Work – or – Don’t Even Ask What Happened in Rockford
Yanking on my bulbs
Yanking on my bulbs
I’ve got to get this batch of onions shipped off to DeKalb
Call the master freighter
Call the master freighter
He knows how to fill those boxes heading to Decatur
Oiling up my dough
Oiling up my dough
These rings of bread are due tomorrow up in Oswego
Fingering my holes
Fingering my holes
These bagels taste way better than the ones you get in Hull
Sucking cigarettes
Sucking cigarettes
My post-meal bliss should last me all the way to Joliet
24
08 2009
PDA
Twelve-year-old tongue kissers
touching tonsils on the bus
Smacking like a gum-chewing waitress
Slurping like they’re sucking onions
through bagel holes
Making me wanna change my seat
Making me wanna change my seat
11
08 2009
game
smokin’ hot bagels on each of my arms,
rings can’t resist all my oven-baked charms
sesames, poppies, onions and wheats, i make ’em all come leave their crumbs in my sheets
pickin’ up roundies wherever i go, they spread their cream cheese before i say hello
to all you shy bagels who can’t keep it real, don’t hate the eata’, just hate the meal
sesames, poppies, onions and wheats, i make ’em all come leave their crumbs in my sheets
pickin’ up roundies wherever i go, they spread their cream cheese before i say hello
to all you shy bagels who can’t keep it real, don’t hate the eata’, just hate the meal
24
07 2009
single serving cream cheese container
you know you got it goin’ on
everything i want
and need in one
conveniently pocketable package
i long to touch you to feel your cool against my warm fingertips taking hold lifting lustfully on your waiting lid
and now it is time to spread my blade begins you are smooth and you are generous but only at first
for midway through my onion bagel’s second half you empty leaving me — and the promise you made — forever unfulfilled
i long to touch you to feel your cool against my warm fingertips taking hold lifting lustfully on your waiting lid
and now it is time to spread my blade begins you are smooth and you are generous but only at first
for midway through my onion bagel’s second half you empty leaving me — and the promise you made — forever unfulfilled
