WINTER WINDOW

 

I saw him through the winter window

There he was prostate in the snow

Pants were down and peach so bare

Sweet peach pointed towards the air

I wonder if he really knows

Just how deep my river flows

With lust for every inch 

That belongs to him

As he takes in the rays of the sun

The desires inside have just begun

Seeing that beautiful December

Serendipitously placed 

Between his legs

Wakens an insatiable 

Quest for more

Does he even know I’m there


In the snow

Watching

Looking

Waiting and breathing in

The scent of that deep 

Abyss from between

A scent that only comes

From a real man

And only from a place 

Many dare not to go

Like a dog befriending another

I greet the scent

A practice scorned by man

Yet a way of life for the dog

And now I stand in heat

Hoping for yet one more hit

Of that beautiful roundness oh so bare

Of that sweet peach pointed towards the air

And that plump December 

Serendipitously placed

The erotic bliss 

Written all over my face

I will stand outside in the snow 

frozen

Waiting for him to look my way

And let me into the warm barn

That has invited me 

Only in My wildest dreams