Bright illuminating lights 
Moving like an apocolypse
Crawling over the hot sweaty curve in night
The sweating, the honking the breathing
A bunch of metal gleaming 
And shining, slippery and
Wet, darkness
Boom
I close my eyes and I see them
Crawling over that hill in a snail's pace
A rat race a machine a churning villain a hill spilling them out
More like oozing

a sign at night

You are Unique...

Your body
Is        beautiful
It is filled with
Veins and all these muscles
That stretch
Under the skin
Tubes and vessels
Wires
And tires are your
Legs
Your skin envelopes you
And keeps you warm
Your body
Is distinct
And working
Your body is PHENOMENAL
Your body is wonderful
Your body is amazing.

Text messages

A guy not responding to me
really puts me In a dark
place
I'm gaurenteed
To have a bad day then

I have a hobby
But maybe it's not enough or maybe I don't have enough friends
I feel very lonely at times.

Lust Bending

I can bend my lust,
This powerful energy,
Into poems
To make it work for me

To control it
And control yours, and drive
Yours to me

I can bend it into
A weapon
I can bend it for pleasure
I'm flexible

I can slip and slide
All around you

Your body,
Like a well trained acrobat,
a Ninja

Like a skilled
professional

roommates

i just want to be as desirable
as you are to me

or as comfortable as you
are staying in our
current state of relationship
not having sex or fucking
or cuddling

even though we're
intimate and you are one
of the few people i trust

i must find a way to resolve this
or else it will bubble over
and ruin our relationship

And I wonder, is this
more important
than sex?

the worst part is
i get jealous over everyone you're with

inside

It's Halloween soon

And I want to be bad -

Strawberries

Having just A fuck
Is like having
The bottom layer of
A cake

I want all three tiers.
Like a sundae,
the cherry on top.

I want the icing

I want the whip cream,
And the strawberries.

A cream filling.

And I want that from
Someone I trust.

I don't want some
Wet, soggy sex
Where I can't barely get cooking cuz
There's no heat!

Firm mats

At first,

I stand, only in oil.

Grime in

the corner.

Then, I turn

Letting him wrap

His arms around me from behind

In long, bunched

Up 

white socks and

a sweat covered

Jock strap

He pushes me Into the floor

driving his cock deep

in my ass, over and over

again with pronounced thrusts

after we bust,

and our skin glistens with 

sweat

We tumble onto the mat,

nearly out of 

breath

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The idea
That I want a relationship
Is an illusion

It's definitely an illusion
that's strong.
If I didn't know my own
writing or how
I like to be by myself

I might believe I was ready for
A relationship

But for now, I can look
and turn down each one.

I kept thinking someone
Would come along and change
All of that
But I don't think that's true.

Cool Art

https://www.artsy.net/show/magnum-photos-antoine-dagata-self-portraits-and-night-journeys

Noisy Rain (a magazine)

I'd like to put here a space for a magazine; of course, it is homoerotic. The magazine is called Noisy Rain, and it is edited by E. Hirano. I came across it about a month back, and have yet to look at many previous issues. I appreciate that Noisy Rain is completely online, free to download, and keeps previous issues available to be seen. Furthermore, I appreciate that it is a magazine dedicated to homoerotic subject matter because I don't know of many magazines that are. As a writer of the subject (sometimes), it is great to know I can submit my work to Noisy Rain and find artists inspired by the same subject.

Additionally, I want to put here music I'm listening to right now. The artist is HTRK. I discovered the band recently after coming across the video for "Venus in Leo". A video/ song I really like is "Synthetik"

https://youtu.be/YWhb4HkCAHI

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He lets go
With his legs
open,

Looking at me
hard and
Throbbing

Begging to be held
magnetized

Then a kiss

With my hand
Still on his thigh,
I move closer

His tongue moves
In my mouth

Then he sits back
As I grip his shaft

Biting his lip,
Fully erect

I know what he
Expects:
Me to suck his
Dick

Yet I'd rather not

Anonymous Sex

He gets in the room
With a hard on
Takes his clothes off,

Shoes, one by one

He sticks his tongue
In my...

I moan

I hear the sound of him
Putting something down
On the table

His knees slide on
The bedspread

I pull out a
Condom

And he takes it

The packaging
rips and
he throws it on
the ground

Places the tip
of his penis at the
entrance of my hole and
Slaps it

He gets in position
And puts it inside of me
And starts slowly
Easing against the lube

I feel that
Rough joy
I so like

His fingers
Kissing my mouth
Then his lips,
And his tongue

Slips in.

I can't help
But make noise

Given pleasure by
Another man's nude
Body

Anonymously

Red Light

At the red light,

I see a man's face

Flushed with red

His chiseled chin contoured

And glasses, red

On the brim

It looks like he's driving home from

Work

Perhaps to his family

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Your thighs
Like two oars
Row
Out to sea

Into the horizon
You take me.

To a place Called orgasm. Euphoria.
Bliss.

Arms above
a powerful chest,
Core

That sends
Waves to me

Haiku

In the sun, I sink
Down into the ocean that 
Is my own body

Bulge

I can't 
Stop the bulge

Passing on the side
Of the road

I can't stop
My eyes from trailing

Or my mind from
Going there

I search online for
Pictures

I like how they're  
High on the sides

Curving speed bump
I want to bounce over

I see it on
the subway

Your pants
Rise up

As you sit
Legs parted

curving down,
You adjust.

Touching just a little bit at first
Then grabbing

Making yourself pleasure.

Nothing can stop that 
Bulge..

No hands
No cloth
No chinos
No jeans
Can keep that bulge
Down.
No redirected thought
Only release

audio

New Moon

Appears like a new moon
the pants have fallen

Darkness, pre-
cum leaks

The noise of a moistening cricket
Legs rubbing together

A scratching sound, but
wetter

Snipping

Subtle movement of muscle
Dripping onto bed
Springs

Penetrating in and out of my ear
Harmonious orchestra

Alcove of hand
Humping 

Til it oozes out

The moonlight chrysalis, moon's juices
Galaxies of a million fishes

Shirt slightly rises up
Moisture collects

Sticks to your stomach

Legs rubbing

Cause for morning dew

Repertoire of Erotica

Skip straight to the
obscenities
Sex is a language
I don't know how
To speak

strange
Utterances,
Syllables.
bear moans...

Silence

I feel Shame
When thinking
How stupid
I sound afterwards

But only a little
And it doesn't last
Long

Do I need to be the
Best?
That's silly

I don't want
That many guys really

Maybe just for
Myself then

It's not so much that I need
To be the best,
But express myself
Perfectly

with someone
who connects to
me completely.

I would like for there
To be no
Difference
Between how my mind works
Regularly and on
Sex

I guess I want to
Mean what I say

Especially if I say
"I love you"

Don't get it twisted.

I don't want to
Make you think
It is something
it isn't.

What are
You supposed to say
During sex
Anyway?

I used to say please &
thank you. Not to you
anymore at
least.

Untitled

I start hitting up
all those guys that
I ignored.
How do they
Feel?
If they were like me, I wouldn't
Talk to myself.

I just want to get
fucked bad.

Getting into bed nude

today,
I wore no underwear.

simply because I needed
To do laundry.

Now, I undress
In the moonlight,

In my lit
Room

A full moon

With my socks
On, I
Slide on

boxers
and begin to masturbate.

I wish I could wash
you out of the back
of my throat you
smelled like old fish
but looked good
that's why I didn't
suck your dick
and I said it made
me uncomfortable
until you got fed up
and told me to get
up and good luck
bud and be safe
then when I sat to jerk
off alone I thought
how crazy it was for
me not to be safe
with you and you
still tell me that.

Debt

I came to collect
the orgasm you
Owe me

Don't tell me
you thought otherwise.

You mistake me to be
Easy

But I'll leave
Quick.

That's why the first part
Is just a fantasy.

Audio

  Bear  ?
(A truck's heavy searchlight) - older version

Untitled (he doesn't touch me)                                   

More World Erotic Art Museum Photos

Here are some more photos I took at the World Erotic Art Museum.

 A photograph by Robert Mapplethorpe

I saw a few plates at the museum that really interested me... the idea of eating off of an erotic drawing never occured to me before. Maybe one day, I will make my own.

This vase is one of my absolute favorites!

Mose Tolliver

Hans Bellmer

Yves Millet

Herman Makkink, Rocking Chair

These I've been wanting to show especially for a long time. I had mentioned Richard Etts in my other post about the museum, but I believe none of what I saw of him there could be found online... So I wanted people to see sculptures that are a part of his Luna series.

A depiction of Pan

(Sorry I do not know the artist!)

Tomi Ungerer

Tomi Ungerer

Unknown German Artist, another favorite 

Franz Dietz

Hajime Sorayama

Peter Keresztury

(Also a favorite of mine)

Me at the second part of the museum, a collection of work by George Daniell.

George Daniell