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.