The Prostate Poems Part 4

Prostate Poems I-XVII

XVIII.

the build

to contraction

travels ever outward

XIX.

there is no pull internal

except that which focuses

and obliterates

XX.

velvet-tickled tissue

constitutes the barrier wall

the most direct access

never sees the light of day

XXI.

the silent child

in adulthood bears

to distant grounds

seeds

XXII.

urethral envelopment

in advanced growth

restricts passage

XXIII.

let’s not dance around the opening

and instead delve head-first

for the sweet spot

XXIV.

accessory organ

bound in supporting fascia

unchained in bliss

XXV.

in the space before

where only after effects are known

attention draws

XXVI.

feel me, fools

for I am resplendent

in your pleasure

The Prostate Poems

I.
Oh spot of pleasure
hidden from view between
twin buns of steel.
Teach men your secrets

II.
Two rings stand sentry
before the passageway of the Prince
relaxing only to grant entrance
to the ambassador of a foreign body

III.
The sweet plum unattainable
convulses beneath prying fingers
and expels its seed from
the base of a newly grown stalk
as if to say
please swallow this again

IV.
internal walnut
only light stroking pressure
clipped fingernails please

V.
Greek protector of Exocrine origin
your contractions invoke Dionysian fits
drink now of the alkaline secretions therein

VI.
never a massage did produce
fluids so copious
or pleasure so shaking
as this assault on my prostate
even memories arouse erections

VII.
This pulsing thief of reason
entranced by the crown jewels
forgets what he is carrying
and drops a bag of pearls

Ties

Ties are a temptation
when that windsor wedding of silk 

presents its dimpled cheek
to this discerning eye,
magic abounds.
Why use four-in-hand when one will do
to take the knotted neck and pull –
Pull, pull close enough for lips to touch.
Yeah, there's the temptation:
One kiss? One kiss is not enough.
Make-out for as many minutes
as stripes in today's green and gold lined neckwear.
Are you hot under the collar yet?
Perhaps I can loosen you up,
but
you look so fine I
wouldn't want to ruin the aesthetic.
The philosophers would have us believe
that passion undoes us all,
and had it not been our first date, 

I would have ignited passion
under the pink tie that remained hidden
beneath your sweater vest all night.

I Keep Having Sex Dreams About You

I keep having sex dreams about you
all my secret daylight thoughts sewn together with starlight
you take my virginity and I'm powerless
paralyzed by desire as you kiss my neck
I'm addicted to the nicotine on your breath
left wishing for lucidity so I can caress and pull you to me
but even in my dreams you're the one in control:
I'm just along for the ride,
gasping for breath in your bed, waking alone in mine...
Though I never see your face, I can tell it's you and
I feel the guilt of the obsessed.
In consciousness I feel remorse over the
name my sleeping self screams in orgasm,
because every time I look you in the eye
I feel like you know:
I keep having sex dreams about you.