I haven't posted anything on here in a long time, but I really enjoyed when I used to blog on here. I wrote this poem for a writing contest at my university. I would really like some feed back from people on here because you're more unbiased than anyone else I could think of. Thank you, and enjoy.
****Disclaimer- strong sexual content and graphic language throughout the poem.
A HARD LIFE
Here I am again.
I have a need that I have to satisfy.
Living alone.
Who should I turn to, to get mine.
What do I need
To satisfy me?
Depends on what I want.
I crave something
What could it be
Where can I find
What will make me happy?
What can cool the fiery heat between my knees.
I can’t explain this feeling that I have,
But it’s real and it hurts.
Hurts me so good.
I don’t know anything more
Than this need.
This feeling
I feel it creep through my seed
Longing
to spill from me.
I long to be filled by you.
You, in the darkness.
I see you.
I know you see me too.
That’s the craving I’m yearning for.
It was you before
I fell to floor.
Long before
I walked out my door.
Destiny revealed in the stars
That you and I would meet in a bar
As our eyes meet
We feel the heat
The burning dawn
Creeping upon
A heat between our constellations.
A fire in the stars
Drawing us close
From near and far.
I listen to you talk about
Whatever is on your mind.
But my mind’s on
What’s in your pants
Underneath your shorts.
And you’ll find
That I’m
Ready and willing
To give you mine.
Tonight I give you a piece of me.
I’m going to let you in and give you
My pleasure for yours.
More and more.
From dusk till dawn
All night long.
I’ll give you anything you want.
Here I am in your apartment
Laying on your bed.
Naked and cold.
Come here and warm me up.
I’m craving your touch.
Your hands on my thighs and my hips.
Here I am, ready to be your bitch.
I want you to
Fuck me hard.
Fill me up.
Tantalizing textures sizzle me one way.
Taunting my temptations.
For every sensation.
From the creation of our stimulation.
Until Ejaculation.
Fluctuate the fire.
I look in to those eyes.
Those crystal blue fountains.
I feel the rays of lust
Burning his cornea of desire.
We’re on fire!
Hot.
Hard.
Hard and hot.
Heaven.
Flashing and burning in his eyes
I feel he wants me too.
I can feel the heat coming off his body.
The fire burning between his knees.
As he rubs against me.
He’s staring at me.
Burning a hole right through my skin.
I crawl in front
Ready to let him in.
This is the only moment that matters right now.
Right here.
All my cares melt away into a stream of lust.
My body tense with pleasure.
My nipples are hard.
My cock is hard.
I feel how hard he is behind me.
Kissing my neck.
My ears.
Rubbing against me.
I’m putty in his hands.
He is an artist and my body is his canvas.
His fingers are his paint brushes
And lust his inspiration.
Passion his mistress.
My passion burning hotter.
HOT. HARD.
He is a musician and I am his instrument.
He plays my sensations
Like a violin.
First he lubes me front and back
Across my balls
Up my shaft.
He caresses me slow and strong.
He grabs the base
Hard.
Hot.
Heavy.
Hard.
Horny.
Tantalized by my desires I feel him enter me.
Breaking the threshold.
Pushing past the pain and through the lube.
He stops when he is fully inside.
Like a rollercoaster ride.
At the top
Before you plummet
Down the summit.
Holding the passion longer.
Waiting.
Anticipating.
Grabbing
And holding
my hips and thrusting hard.
FUCK ME DADDY!
FUCK ME HARD!
HARD!
Hot.
Heavy.
Horny.
Hot.
Hard.
Heavy.
Horny.
I’m bucking when he thrusts.
Riding his strokes
DEEP
inside of me.
He’s hard.
Huge.
Thick.
Heavy.
Long.
Full.
Beautiful.
Riding the rhythm of his thrusts.
Pushing down when he pushes up.
Throwing me down
Upon him
Hard.
Faster and faster.
Stronger and longer.
I feel him grow inside me.
Pushing faster and
Deeper and
Sideways
And around
And up and down
Inside and out.
But then he came.
Inside me.
He whispers in my ear.
Telling me the things I want to hear.
I love to hear his voice.
I cum so hard
and long
and far
and fast.
I watched the thunder
Pulse against the flesh
Of my tool.
Hard
pulsating tool.
It feels so good to relieve that pain.
Scratch that itch.
I’ll never remember his name.
I fed that starving sexual desire that lays dormant
Inside me.
Most days
A sleeping desire, tucked away
Far below the surface
Deep in my subconscious.
Hush little craving, don’t say a word
Or daddy’s little slut just might give into you.
I’ve fulfilled my needs tonight
Tomorrow is another lonely fight.
Another desire arises.
High into the
Atmospheric dreamlike state of mind
Lick me and hit me from behind.
There I go again.
Tonight.
So here I am again.
Tonight.
I need a man
When I’m alone
Alone and lonely
with an itch to scratch.
Tonight I let my fingers lead my desires
Through cyberspace.
Not face to face
Hook, line and sinker
Sinker, line and hook
Snagged a booty call
On Facebook.
I could be anything and do anything.
I’m going to find someone
to fulfill my fantasy.
Looking for him
To give it to me.
From cyber land.
Cruising through the personals
Getting personal
I post.
Just like pinnnochio
I don’t got no and don’t want no
Strings on me
NSA
Nelly bottom boy looking to be pounded by a big black cock
Hell yeah.
Right now I feel the need to dance.
At the club.
I feel the beat.
My hips move along.
I feel the heat.
Liquid burning in my throat.
Down the hatch and through my pores.
I’m drenched with sweat,
And drunk as Hell.
PARTY AT MY HOUSE!
LET’S GET IT ON!!!!!!!
RAISE THE ROOF.
AND SING SOME MORE.
Rolling down the street with a blunt in my hand
A rocket in my pocket.
Two baggies in my denim
Crystallized meth and crack cocaine.
A couple of tranquilizers, and poppers from the arcade.
In a couple of hours
I won’t even know my own name.
I want to let go of the pain.
The loneliness I feel.
The pain that is real.
A starving man on death row
Sitting down to eat his last meal.
Sitting down now
I’m sitting at Barry’s,
He’s a guy that I know.
I liked him at first.
But we both want to be the ho.
Ring a ding
We want the same thing.
To be the man,
Who pleases his man.
I look around.
What man?
A cock in our ass
And down on our knees.
Give me a real man
Who’s ready to please me.
A man named Ted,
Object of Barry’s affection.
But Ted doesn’t pay any attention.
But would like to mention
That Barry is single
And I’m a good guy
The right kind of guy
For his single friend Barry.
Hairy Mary!
Ted wants me to be with Barry.
Barry…
He’s tall and dark.
Dark hair and eyes.
Broad shoulders.
Big hands.
What a man!
A man that doesn’t want me.
Not to worry
I foresee
A formidable chance
That Greg and me.
Could be partying
With Ted and Barry.
But what a thought.
Greg and me?
Him and I.
Me and him.
I want him tonight.
Seduced by his charm
This is the first time
I’ve ever let a snake bite my arm.
He fills my head with his stories.
Of government conspiracy.
He knows what they’re doing
And what they want with me.
I know he’s wrong
And strongly
believe that he’s
schizophrenic.
Drug induced, probably
I listen to sacrament
About the government
Filling his needle
With experimental junk.
Juice in his arm
To fuck with his head.
Bunk through his veins
To stimulate his strange
Deranged
State of mind.
I fill my first needle,
With crack and methamphetamines.
To fly me high
And fuck with my mind.
I’m going to party all night long.
I feel the heat
Pulse through my veins.
From here on in
Nothing will ever be the same.
It fills my body and flows through my heart.
Tearing my senses apart.
I hear a train.
Coming for me.
Baring down on my soul.
I hear it get louder and louder.
Pounding down the tracks.
Right for my back.
I heard the breaks squeel and crack.
HERE IT COMES
RIGHT AT ME
I HAVE NOWHERE TO TURN
NOWHERE TO GO
POUNDING AND POUNDING IN MY BRAIN
I KNOW THE WINDS ARE CALLING MY NAME.
HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
OF THE STEAM.
Steam from the train
It’s drawing near.
I see it’s light.
A blinding noise in the middle of the night.
The noise is subsiding
And now I’m just riding.
Barry is talking.
Ted is laughing.
There I am, looking at him.
Desiring him tonight.
Listen to the pulse
Of my heart
Slowing down.
Finding a rhythm all of it’s own.
The steam is subsiding
And I’m still riding.
I have my walls.
Brick walls built around my heart,
My underwear at my knees.
Get down and suck it.
Never mind, I’m just a tease.
I’m never going to be the kind of man to settle,
For less than what he deserves.
I’m baring down on reality
Of Greg and ME!
I’m free to be me.
I’m ready to go.
I have another need-
to be filled with Greg.
Feel his cock ring in my ass
His hands holding me down.
My legs wrapped around.
Fuck me till I cum.
Make me scream before you’re done.
Hot and hard inside me!
There you go.
Right there.
Hot and Hard.
HARD
Now I’m dancing at the club with Megan.
If I were Butch, then she’d be the Sundance Kid.
But since I’m nelly, queer, and flamboyant
Burning hotter than the sun.
Like the alcohol we’ve drank
And the shot’s that we’ve done.
I’m a fag.
She’s what we call a fag hag.
A gay man’s accessory.
Like a right hand bag.
This is what we call
A fag hag.
I feel oh so silly tonight.
Silly nelly.
Drunk and obnoxious.
Wakening up my subconscious
Swirling around my head
Making me nauseous.
I’m a rocket.
Ready to go blow my load.
Five, four, three, two one,
Blast off!
Cum on.
But where?
Back at the arcade.
Walking down the aisles.
Watching fags, nellies, and butch
Walk in and out of booths
With the light
Burning bright
In their eyes
Hoping to spot
What they desire.
Here I sit
Nothing yet.
I’m bored as Hell.
I can’t stand
Waiting for what I want
So I grab Megan’s hand.
I crouch down low
And whisper very loud.
“Be very, very quiet.”
In my best Elmer Fudd.
“It’s cock season.
I’m hunting cock.”
There I go
Trying to strut.
One two step
Just like Elmer Fudd.
Drunk and loud,
Everyone hears me
Walking around
Everyone sees me.
Everyone knows I’m there.
But no one knows my desires.
I walk around the corner and
There he is, on fire!
Stepping out of the booth
Into the room.
He heard me coming.
He wants to make me cum.
He wants me to make him cum.
Come now.
He looks me right in the eye.
Smiles and says hi.
Hi, pretty eyes.
“What are you hunting for?”
I say, “You.”
He says, “Me too.
I’m looking for you.”
I’ve found a sexy stranger.
In the arcade.
I feel his desire
Burning in his smile.
He says, “Let’s go to my place.”
“Okay, Megan…I’ll be fine.”
Better than fine.
He’s going to be the one
To give me mine.
I’m going to be more than that.
All night long.
I feel the chemistry
On the surface of my skin.
I’m going to open up
I’m going to let him in.
He’s passed certification,
Everything I dreamed of for tonight
When I didn’t even know
What I was looking for.
Around the corner
And down the street,
Into his apartment
His couch I meet.
He pushed me down and whipped out his cock.
Opened my mouth and shoved it in.
“Suck it.”
Rocking his hips.
I flow with his rhythm
Let him down my throat
And gagging me good.
Feeding me more than he should.
And hard, and hot, and horny, and hit
By his dick
On my lip.
Hard.
Slightly slapping the sloping symmetry of my face.
Down my throat again.
In and out,
Up and down.
Fill my mouth.
He sits in his chair and guides me down.
Riding him slow
In and out.
Here we go.
It hurts,
Going deep.
I like the pain.
Give me more.
I swivel my hips,
All over his dick.
Up and down,
Smack my ass.
Move faster
Ride harder.
Harder and faster
Moving with him
Back and forth
Out and in.
Now we’re on his bed,
My legs in the air.
Smacking noises
Sexy noises.
Grunting and moving
Slapping and swishing.
In and out.
I love it when you grab my hips
And give me your dick.
Hard and long,
Deep and fast.
Riding up and down your shaft.
Hot and hard here I cum.
There I go,
Out the door.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
So here I am
Lonely again.
At the arcade
Another day.
It’s all the same.
Sex and drugs,
And pantyhose.
Dress me up
Anything goes.
I’ll be your bitch, your slut,
Whatever it takes to make you nut.
I’ll let you do anything to me today.
I’ll beg for it daddy,
Make me scream and shout.
Put it in and pull it out.
Spank me hard.
Give it to me hard!
Hard, hot and heavy and horny.
HARD.
Hot and hard and alone.
Filled with memories
And fantasies
Of better times.
Better Sex.
I’m cruising the aisles,
I need some direction.
I get a signal from him,
I don’t have any better options.
Down on my knees,
Ready to please
Licking and sucking so good
He doesn’t even say a word.
A man outside the booth watching
He’s on the prowl
Nothing heard but a grunt and a growl.
He zipped up, and was on his way.
Not a word.
There was nothing to say.
Silence ringed inside my head.
Did this really happen?
God I wish I were dead.
I went out to get some,
All I got was a belly full of cum.
Right now I feel it
Worse than ever before.
I don’t want to live like this anymore.
Living like a whore.
I had a raging hard on
And a pocket full of tokens.
I stood up to finish what he started.
I hate myself so much
I cringe at my own touch.
As I’m cumming
I wonder what the Hell am I becoming.
Cumming.
Hard.
It’s so hard to live this way
Searching every day
Like a predator pouncing on his prey.
So hard.
HARD.
This is not me!
I’m so scared that everything I want
Is just out of my reach.
I’m not as cocky and confident
As I portrayed before.
I’m scared, week and pitiful,
Crying out for any kind of attention
At the adult book store.
So hard
To live like this.
Alone and hard.
HARD.
