They say that real men can’t shed tears…
But the tears commenced to movement
while gasping for air through tightened teeth
when you… accepted my flesh…
teasing me… and tormenting me… with your tongue…
My flesh, pulsing with power… contained by your flesh… wet as a shower.
Tears so fluid amongst captivated cries
while our bodies spiral into euphoria
at the liberation of each and every kiss.
Tears so fluid through the course of each wicked intimidation,
crying out blasphemous vulgarities,
abandoning all of my arrogance, caress after caress,
stripping me of each smidgeon of narcissism.
Tears so fluid throughout consecrated defeat…
In your world of erotic madness
tears flowed to my maker!
Gazing towards the Heavens, His throne rests within your eyes.
Heart felt weeps of fleshly greatfullness
revealed years of loneliness…
But… real men can’t shed tears…
And I couldn’t be concerned in the least,
because guess what?
You have provoked a sexual BEAST!
And I condemned my manhood…
Just call me your lesbian lover
while I suckle from your breast like an infant
from his mother.
…for I love the freaky-ness.
Since there is naught more fulfilling than
partaking of nakedness,
distributing your deepest desires with your devotee…
So for this reason, I shed these tears.
James Siler 2010