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…
squeezing me… and tormenting me…
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 culmination of each and every kiss.
Tears flow fluidly 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 flow fluidly throughout consecrated defeat…
In our world of erotic madness
tears flowed to my maker
while gazing towards the Heavens.
Heart felt weeps of fleshly gratitude
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 in an instant, I condemn my manhood…
Just call me your lesbian lover
while I suckle from your breast like an infant
from his mother.
The sweetness!
…Oh I love the freaky-ness.
Since there is naught more fulfilling than
savoring the nakedness,
sharing your deepest desires with your beloved…
So for this reason, I shed these tears.
James Siler 2010
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