PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

1.  Seventh Grade Fantasy---Autumn, 1970

On seventh grade afternoons, after last class:

back home, I felt warm tingles "down there," and thought

of you, Anthony (sleeveless mesh tee, faded

bell-bottom jeans, shoes off); your feet, sheathed in dark

blue socks . . . teasing me.

2.  No Time Like The Present

Now, when I feel tingles "down there," Seth, I think

of the way you draw sheer white socks (semi-sheer

toes---reinforcements), your gaze holding mine, your

fervent smile promising adult, male to male,

erotic pleasures.

Starward-Led