MANLOVE

You sit between my legs and in my arms' embrace
While you beat your meat and I see your dick from your
personal perspective.

I pinch your nipples, rub your belly, squeeze your chest, run my
fingers into your groin while we both gaze in awe and wonder at the piece of
wood rising from your nappy pubic forest. 

 I dawgtalk in your ear, encouraging your lust until you erupt like Kilauea. And
maybe feel the drops of lava on my arms as they fall back to earth!

I feel you relax against my body as I tighten my embrace making you feel
safe and secure.
We talk our secrets in the solitude and privacy of our aloneness knowing they
will not travel.

I reach for your upper thighs, where your legs join your torso and massage the
joining as you slouch deeper into my essence and your legs spread even wider
without your consent.
Your hole is exposed to my curious finger tips poking around your bizness. Your
wood has turned to bone once more as I play with your manhole.

Your eyes shut automatically from the weight of lust on their lids.
You bend your knees up providing me more permission to explore
as I send ripple after ripple through your golden triangle.
Now I grip your joint, replacing your hand with my foreign touch.
And the newness excites up both.

We are lost in the nether world of the LZ,
somewhere between here and there as homolovelust courses through our bodies.
We have fused into one, if only momentarily;
it is/we are all out of our control enveloped in a primordial sac that is raw
and low down and right up our alley.

Our minds fused a long time ago
with conversations and understandings
that freaked us out.
We are kindred spirits,
two of a kind,
symbiotic in our love
of things carnal
and male.

The embrace triggers the release
and releases the relief
from the built up tension sexual and otherwise.
We cum spontaneously,
in cadence, in step with each other.
We are in lust!

Manlove is a bitch!

© Ahmasi 2011