HOOKING UP #11
In his late 20s he liked older men,
In my late 60s I was over-qualified.
Stocky, very hairy with a particularly
Beautiful round and furry ass.
I tried blowing him but the
Meth wouldn’t let him get hard.
He invited me to take his ass instead,
I wasn’t going to turn that down.
I kept at it as long as I could,
His ass rising to the rhythm,
Until I shot deep inside him.
We both collapsed. Later he
Showed me his anime-inspired
Drawings and videos of South Korean
Pop stars who, he assured me, would be
The next big thing.


HAND ON THE BUTTON
The cut of the suit, fitted or structured,
and the choice of fabric can accentuate
or hide the body it embraces. This hand
emerging from a sleeve fingers a button,
considering his next step. Underneath the
dark cloth, white boxers hold the decision.
Desire resides not in the cut or fabric of a suit,
but in the way the man chooses to remove it;
teasing, seductively folding each element, or
hastily, possessed with passionate urgency.

COFFEETABLE OFFERING
Naked young man on his knees on the
low table, head bowed, backside toward
the other. And that other, the older man,
struggling quick out of his pants
before the moment has a chance
to fade, to pass without his having
had the opportunity to accept what is
being offered to him so freely.
Fumbling with the zipper, the belt, all
that fabric between him and fulfilment.