Telescope
Looking out in through,
gazing up the starry path,
peering across the horizon of
a lustrous moon.
A gleaming sphere
of sunlight soon
brings brand new mornings
brushed of gloom.
For night hours slip
like fireflies
tease the darkness
in disguise.
And night birds know
a sad, sad tune
A song to awe
as teardrops bloom;
my thoughts drift upon
the many streams
as secret dreams
in the moons white beams.
© of Samuel Kresmen.

There isn't a disappearing second
that I would rather not see her in.
Magic, sun in the chimney,
light in the stairwell,
mystic beauty.
This sweet girl is
enchantress of my heart.
Majestic maiden holds
infinite stardom in the radiance
of the ever expanding day.
Moments spent living in her eyes
induce a soul storm, vortex
awhirl with a benevolence I've sought
in the hopelessly unchanging
measure of myself against time.

In the world,
not a scrap of splendor compares
to a solitary strand of her hair.
(To Jenna) © of Samuel Kresmen.

Sometimes
walking with firm steps
upon the powdery snow,
sugar sparkle thresholds
across time.
It sounds like an old wooden floor
ready to give,
squashed into further, fierce winters
And you can feel the world's breath
under your feet.
© of Samuel Kresmen.

I want to love you in a physical way;
through tomorrow into the next day.
Sweet kisses of passion will reach your lips,
and then I�ll fasten into your hips.
I�ll run my hands upon your chest;
run my lips between your breasts.
I�ll push it in, and pull it out.
You'll bite your lip, you'll scream and shout.
Drops of your sweat will fall to the ground.
Squeaking of bed springs going up and down.
Then when you feel you've taken all that you could,
I�ll slowly remove my large manhood.
I�ll pull it out, I�ll stroke it off,
with you around it's never soft.
I'll pump away at a very quick pace,
then I bust my nut all over your face.
© of Christopher DeLana

If
If there are stars in the sky,
then the sky is not blue.
If the moon's in the sky,
then the moon shines for you.

As she's walking down the halls,
to wherever her schedule calls.
I wish she'd walk in my direction,
'cause another large erection.
So then I make a quick escape,
into the bathroom to masturbate.
I come out covered in perspiration;
nothing�s as good as masturbation.
I look to see her one more time,
too much beauty, natures crime.
© of Christopher DeLana

My young lover far away...her touch I long for every day.
She is a beautiful spirit...some day I pray to be near it.
When she is sad, I feel helpless and it makes me mad.
When she is happy and sure, I can feel it and rejoice for her.
If only I could hold her, just for a moment,
what a wonderful feeling that would be.
I would show her I long for her and how precious she truly is to me...
She doesn't know how wonderful and beautiful she is, but some day she will see.
If she only knew how she makes me feel and what she means to me...
Oh my gosh...she has no clue how much I enjoy our talks on the phone.
I'd give anything to spend just one a day with her alone.
I love to hear her voice, it sounds so comforting, but yet sexy.
She is funny, loving, sweet, intelligent and sexy,
but I don't think she even knows.
I'm her greatest fan...I love her and I hope it shows.
(To Jenna)© of Peter

I want to sleep with you,
in my parents bedroom.
I want to hit it all the night long;
without a condom on.
Then I stick it in;
it cums on your chin.
I put my head on your breast-
this is where I will rest.
Then we hit it again,
With it dripping from your chin.
I stick in your ass,
which is as furry as grass.
AFTER I blow my load,
I tell you to hit the road!
© of Leigh Braley

Consequences of a Broken Promise
I know I promised you,
but I'd really like
to tear up my wrists.
I want more scars.
I want my arms to be hideous.
If I tore up my arms
so they were ugly to you,
would you come back?
I don't want to forget this.
I want to remember you forever,
even the pain you caused.
So would you hate me very much
if I took this knife
and slid it down my arm
till there was enough blood
to satisfy my craving?
Would you stop talking to me?
Would you erase the memory of me?
Would you consider me selfish and push me away
Or would be concerned and come closer?
© of Nicole Scharphorn

Ungodly Thirst
I see the blood pouring
and the thirst is rising.
I want to drink.
I want to end this craving.
Sexual thirst.
Physical need.