Remembering Kim

It didn't matter to me
That she was some years
My senior, pleasantly plump,
Or that she had
A son about my age
With a son of his own.

It didn't matter to me
That I was a young
Husband with a young
Family of mine.
Home fires burning
And another fierce fire
Burning in my loins.

All that mattered to me,
At that time, was my dick
And what she was
Going to do with me
Right there and then!

All that mattered to me
Was us in her bed
After work, after a couple
Of beers on her condo balcony
And looking at the gulf
Over the seawall
In the late night.

"We promised John we
Were going to be good."
She protested as I
Unclasped her bra.
She didn't protest
Too strong and
Her arms held me tighter.

John's at work and
I'm with Kim in her bed
And the gulf air
Cools the heat generated
By our bodies together.

Recalling the music of her moans
And kisses deep and slow.
I still taste the flavor
Of her firm pink nipples.
The sweet and eager
Softness of her mouth
Swallowing me and her tongue
Gently tickling my stiff tip.

The last time we played,
Kim sucked me in
Her car in the parking garage.
"You owe me", she smiles
Through my cum on her cheek.

We went our ways
Seeing each other once or twice
And losing track
Of each other.

I sing of treasured trysts
Living in pleasant memory
And relived in verse.
I sing of joyful reunions
With old friends and
A courtesy to repay one day.

Go Tell

I remember
My service.
I remember
Those whom I served with.
I remember
Those whom I served.
I remember
Why I served.

That we not ever forget.
That we may remember
And appreciate our freedoms
And responsibilities.
That we may not repeat
The hard lessons learned.
That we may not
Have bled needlessly.

Most important,
We men and women who have served,
Are serving, and continue to serve;
Stand ready to
Again and again!
Paying in full.
Go tell them
Freedom isn't free!

Back To School

The happiest time
Of the school year
When you can walk
The neighborhood
And almost hear the
Sucking and fucking
Going on inside.
Those golden hours!
Children are
Off to school and
Spouses are
Off to work and
Friends, friends with benefits,
Come over to play.
Just a little fun for
Just a little while.
Then we return
To ours and to
Our day to day lives.
Smiling with the comfort
That they'll go back
To school and back
To work tomorrow.

Impending Arrival

Winter winds of January
Only just chill my skin.
They're incapable of penetrating
My spirit within.

Frost covered fields of February
Do not dampen my spirit
But keep hope for
The season soon coming after it.

Soft southern breezes and
That first fresh green peeking out
In my garden announce
The spring full-out!

Strolling On The Seafloor

The seafloor at the
Top of a mountain
Millions of years old
And hundreds, thousands,
Of miles from
The nearest seashore.

I walk atop the
Lifeless fossilized
Shells and coral.
I hold the remains
Of sea creatures
No longer existing

I imagine how,
All those ages ago;
The weight of the water,
The pressure, the light
Becoming the cold
Darkness where I stand.

I stroll in the
Sun a mile high
Above sea level,
Far from any sea,
Exploring an ancient
Seafloor top a mountain.

An Ode To My Underwear

Most days I'm free and unfettered,
Going commando as they say.
Nothing in the way.
Swinging in the breeze.

When necessary, like at work,
I wear boxer briefs.
High leg cut a must, very comfortable,
Almost like wearing nothing at all.

Then there are the bikini briefs,
The ones with no fly.
Inconvenient but nice on hot summer days
And just to impress the ladies.

For the few cold winter days here
I  prefer standard military issue.
Drawers, light weight, cold weather, (gen III)
And drawers, cold weather, 100% polypropylene.

Then there's stuff which comes out
Only for holidays and anniversaries
And special occasions. G-strings
And "pouches" and such.

The plain white ones I've tie dyed
And are a big hit year round,
Especially at parties.
An explosion of color in my pants.

No boxers, ever, and
No more plain white briefs.
They seem so empty.
After all, why be so ordinary?

Advice

I need to take
My own advice
And put into practice
All that I tell
My daughters and
Anyone else who asks.

There's knowing and
Then there's doing.
The daily practice, the doing it,
The living it.
Not just empty words.
Taking my own advice.

The Power And The Promise

The promise in me
Unchained and freed.
That untouched potential.
When I think I'm spent and done
There's an untapped reserve
I have yet to appreciate.

The promise yet to be realized.
No secret, always there
From the beginning.
I'm just not truly aware
Of it at times.
It sits waiting for me.

Some where deep within,
A purpose, a reason, a way.
A strength and wisdom
Just sitting and waiting
For the right key.
That power, that promise in me.

Respect The "V"!

Oh, but for the power
Between their legs.
I will respect the "V"!
Especially, if I want
To continue to partake
Of that sweet goodness.
Especially, if I don't want
To condemn myself to
Perpetual masturbation
For the remainder of
My days. Yes!
I reiterate with
Resounding cocksure conviction;
I RESPECT THE "V"!
As for me
Right here, right now
And with
My very lifeforce
And at the top
Of my lungs;
RESPECT THE "V"!

Nude Or Naked

Nude, naked,
To any other nudist
The words may not matter.

As for myself,
A nudist poet,
Words matter.

Nude seems more
Positive a word
Than naked.

Naked seems to invoke
Unwillingness and seems
To have negative conotations.

Nude seems more natural
And free a word
Than naked.

Naked seems forced
And less personable.
Nude is more friendly.

In the end
It's all in the context,
Nude or naked.

I Ask

What makes for good pussy (dick)?
Is it the age (aging)?
What about the packaging?
Perhaps, like a fine wine,
It's the vinyard?
Maybe it's the training
And the "special exercises"?
Perhaps it's breeding, like champion racehorses
Or prize winning pets?
Could be just
In the blood?
Some are just
Born to be good.
Whatever it is;
Sweet, select, first rate
Pussy (dick),
It sure is good.

Your Pleasure

You can eat sweet juicy pussy
Or suck big thick dick.

The choice is yours
And you're not limited
To one or the other.

Some enjoy both,
Not inhibiting themselves
In their pleasures
Of taste or love.

Getting Oral!

Pussy is pussy
And dick is dick.
It's all good
Enjoy all of it!
Tasting and feasting
And savoring the flavors
Of life and love.

The good and the bad,
Taking it all in stride.
Nice and soft and slow
Or hard and fast or
Any other combo besides.
The flavor of life!

Ode To My Carafe

Carafe, leftover from my past,
With grapevine and doves etched on the glass.
Once holding white wine in San Diego apartments
So many, many years ago.

I was so young then,
Too young, too naive.
Barely ready, barely trained
For life, love, and the world.

Oh, how the white wine did flow,
(along with the bourbon and the whiskey,
and the rum and the tequila!)
A river of youth I am all too
Happy to have survived.
Now it holds fresh filtered water bedside.