Submissions by bjboy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Aug 2014 10:55pm
28th Aug 2014 10:55pm
Finding Happiness in Haiti
Haiti sounds almost like Hades,remarkably so.
The grinding poverty,and the high crime rate
Combine to produce an atmosphere of abject cursedness.
Yes, Haiti is aptly named.
(It might as well be called Hades.)
So hellish is it.
But, ironically, I found a small bit of heaven there.
We met at the beach.
As the water covered us up to the chest,
I gave the young Black man my hand.
Put it where you want to, I said.
Amazingly,he put it on his crotch.
I could feel his manly firmness!
Then we embraced - so...
The grinding poverty,and the high crime rate
Combine to produce an atmosphere of abject cursedness.
Yes, Haiti is aptly named.
(It might as well be called Hades.)
So hellish is it.
But, ironically, I found a small bit of heaven there.
We met at the beach.
As the water covered us up to the chest,
I gave the young Black man my hand.
Put it where you want to, I said.
Amazingly,he put it on his crotch.
I could feel his manly firmness!
Then we embraced - so...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Aug 2014 00:24am
14th Aug 2014 00:24am
Who Knew It was That Easy?
With my head buried in his naked crotch
All I can see is blackness.
Tired, I become disoriented,
Mistaking the blackness of his skin
For the blackness of the sky at midnight.
Believing the night sky is the context,
I try dimly to make sense of things as
My kissing, licking triggers the flowing whiteness.
Could it be that all the stars in the nocturnal heavens are
Liquifying into droplets that run together, forming a river?
Yes, as I swallow it's as if I am capturing within my mouth
All the stars in the heavens, even...
All I can see is blackness.
Tired, I become disoriented,
Mistaking the blackness of his skin
For the blackness of the sky at midnight.
Believing the night sky is the context,
I try dimly to make sense of things as
My kissing, licking triggers the flowing whiteness.
Could it be that all the stars in the nocturnal heavens are
Liquifying into droplets that run together, forming a river?
Yes, as I swallow it's as if I am capturing within my mouth
All the stars in the heavens, even...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jul 2014 9:51pm
20th Jul 2014 9:51pm
Committing Suicide But Living to Tell About It
Some people commit suicide when depressed,
But with me, I have perverted sex instead.
That way - even though part of me dies -
I get to survive, wounded though I am, one more day.
Some people put guns in their mouths and pull the trigger.
I put my mouth around a sex pistol,
Sucking on that barrel of flesh to trigger the release
Of liquid bullets, - semen as bullets - droplets of seed.
It may be moral suicide, a self-inflicted "wound,"
But at least I get to live to tell about it,
The next day - I mean today.
I'm not recommending...
But with me, I have perverted sex instead.
That way - even though part of me dies -
I get to survive, wounded though I am, one more day.
Some people put guns in their mouths and pull the trigger.
I put my mouth around a sex pistol,
Sucking on that barrel of flesh to trigger the release
Of liquid bullets, - semen as bullets - droplets of seed.
It may be moral suicide, a self-inflicted "wound,"
But at least I get to live to tell about it,
The next day - I mean today.
I'm not recommending...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jul 2014 8:05pm
17th Jul 2014 8:05pm
LIVING LIQUID SUNSHINE!!!
His skin is the color of the night,
So I call him my black knight.
He's not a "knight in shining armor,"
But his organ is hard like metal,
Stiff as armor made of steel -
oh, the glorious rigidness of it!
As I lay on my back in bed,
He is above me, ready to "pollinate."
My face is the flower,
His groin is the burly bee.
No, there's a better metaphor than that:
His appealing penis is as the sun to me,
Yes, oh the sunshine it pours forth!
Like the sun in the sky releases rays of light,
His penis shoots forth...
So I call him my black knight.
He's not a "knight in shining armor,"
But his organ is hard like metal,
Stiff as armor made of steel -
oh, the glorious rigidness of it!
As I lay on my back in bed,
He is above me, ready to "pollinate."
My face is the flower,
His groin is the burly bee.
No, there's a better metaphor than that:
His appealing penis is as the sun to me,
Yes, oh the sunshine it pours forth!
Like the sun in the sky releases rays of light,
His penis shoots forth...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jul 2014 9:20pm
15th Jul 2014 9:20pm
Black Hero
We meet by chance in the men's room of the library.
He goes into the stall, telling me to come in with him.
I say no, I don't want to give him a bj like last week.
He comes over to the sink where I am washing my hands.
Grabbing me by the arm, he forces me to come and sit on the toilet.
Then he closes the door of the stall:we are alone together.
As long as it is covered up, I can remain strong:
No blowjob today, I tell him!
But then he lowers his pants,
exposing his aroused manhood,I turn away,
for I must not look on his impressive...
He goes into the stall, telling me to come in with him.
I say no, I don't want to give him a bj like last week.
He comes over to the sink where I am washing my hands.
Grabbing me by the arm, he forces me to come and sit on the toilet.
Then he closes the door of the stall:we are alone together.
As long as it is covered up, I can remain strong:
No blowjob today, I tell him!
But then he lowers his pants,
exposing his aroused manhood,I turn away,
for I must not look on his impressive...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jun 2014 8:05pm
25th Jun 2014 8:05pm
Mountain Top Experience
Starting at the base of his penis,
I climb the mountain of his love organ,
By kissing it, inch by inch.
Kiss by loving kiss, inch by tasty inch,
I ascend to the sublime sexual summit.
I take my time, no need to rush when you're having fun.
At last I attain the wonderful nipple(his penis head).
And then it happens!
Oh the spontaneous outpouring,
Oh the wonderful white overflow of his sexual passion.
(And mine,as i masturbate in synch with sucking him).
Oh the nourishment,oh the sense of feasting! ...
I climb the mountain of his love organ,
By kissing it, inch by inch.
Kiss by loving kiss, inch by tasty inch,
I ascend to the sublime sexual summit.
I take my time, no need to rush when you're having fun.
At last I attain the wonderful nipple(his penis head).
And then it happens!
Oh the spontaneous outpouring,
Oh the wonderful white overflow of his sexual passion.
(And mine,as i masturbate in synch with sucking him).
Oh the nourishment,oh the sense of feasting! ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 10:22pm
19th Jun 2014 10:22pm
If Beauty Is Truth
Beauty is truth and truth beauty,
That is all you know and all you need to know,"
(from Keats' "Ode to a Grecian Urn").
If "beauty is truth,"
And feelings are facts,
And passion is reality,
Then an orgasm is like some great discovery,
Some profound scientific breakthru
On the order of Newton's laws of motion,
Or even the Copernican Revolution...
At least it feels that way while its going on.
PS:my alternative title would be:
"The Epitome of Profundity" -
I'm not serious.
That is all you know and all you need to know,"
(from Keats' "Ode to a Grecian Urn").
If "beauty is truth,"
And feelings are facts,
And passion is reality,
Then an orgasm is like some great discovery,
Some profound scientific breakthru
On the order of Newton's laws of motion,
Or even the Copernican Revolution...
At least it feels that way while its going on.
PS:my alternative title would be:
"The Epitome of Profundity" -
I'm not serious.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th May 2014 6:00pm
10th May 2014 6:00pm
I'm Like a Bird, Let's Fly Off Together
reality is like the ground, solid.
Imagination is as the atmosphere, immaterial, airy.
When we depart the true for the realm of hope, desire
We become as the birds, taking flight, escaping our limits.
Feeling is like flying.
Loving, longing is as soaring.
Dreaming is to go to heaven.
Rise above Earthly reality:
Let the bird in you come out of its cage.
Experience your Eaglehood,
the identity you didn't know you had!
Imagination is as the atmosphere, immaterial, airy.
When we depart the true for the realm of hope, desire
We become as the birds, taking flight, escaping our limits.
Feeling is like flying.
Loving, longing is as soaring.
Dreaming is to go to heaven.
Rise above Earthly reality:
Let the bird in you come out of its cage.
Experience your Eaglehood,
the identity you didn't know you had!
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Apr 2014 10:05pm
10th Apr 2014 10:05pm
Natural Princes and Monarchs and Kings
How could American southerners do it?
How could they enslave black people?
And for so long - 200 years.
I can't understand it!
They must not have ever seen a black man naked.
I'm talking about his genitals,
Yes, his penis and his nut sack!
For the black man has the penis of a prince,
The sexual manhood of a monarch,
Yes, the cock of a king!
Oh, those wonderful black men,
What conquering cocks they have!
The size of their reproductive organs
Makes them natural RULERS of nations, not slaves!
Blacks are...
How could they enslave black people?
And for so long - 200 years.
I can't understand it!
They must not have ever seen a black man naked.
I'm talking about his genitals,
Yes, his penis and his nut sack!
For the black man has the penis of a prince,
The sexual manhood of a monarch,
Yes, the cock of a king!
Oh, those wonderful black men,
What conquering cocks they have!
The size of their reproductive organs
Makes them natural RULERS of nations, not slaves!
Blacks are...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2014 7:16pm
22nd Feb 2014 7:16pm
I Am A Whole Person Not Just A Hole
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