homo erotic for men and women

[smithpeter]

I was wondering if men and women would be willing to write poetry about male gay erotic contact. Unfortunately, I wrote the poem below with all honesty but it got humorous in the end.

Jockstrap Logic

In my imagine
Beyond the tiled wall separating
Male from female showering
Units there is a person
Like me wondering what it would be like

To be held by one stronger than myself
Or gentler, more frail
So cute in tube socks
Needing a tug
Bragging of his conquests
Bending, tending the blood
Of war and cuts awarded
On green fields and slick
Squeaky
Varnished wood

I look at him
He looks back
Despising facts
My girlfriend is better
More smart and cute
Less wounded but willing
To tell her honesty,
Her fears, her fantasy,

The tube socks of locker rooms
Wet bottomed, she asks,
What I would like of him?
She is an intent listener,
He is a god of gentleness,
Grace in my arms,
Homo eroticized
If he be lobotomized

 

[lovetoread]

Not sure if this is erotic enough,but here it is...

To Want A Man

His eyes caught me as I looked,
his seeming to ask a question.
I look in another direction,
but inside wanting to beckon.

To want a man,
was not right.
To be with a man,
it was myself I had to fight.

He was handsome and suave,
I could see that he was built.
My knees shook,
I could feel myself wilt.

He walked over to me,
and introduced himself.
I shook his hand,
and told him about myself.

In that first touch,
I knew without a doubt.
That he was the one for me,
the one I could not do without.

As we walked out the door,
to his place for the night.
I looked in his eyes,
and it did feel right.

 

[Masked Poet]

someone like him

MP

 

[smithpeter]

Oh deary me

of my closeted desire.

MP, such a macho man. I did not think you could bring yourself to such a sensitive point. So much fury, so little restraint. Not sure I want to hold your hand or feel it on my knee in a dark theater but you are coming along nicely. LOL

lovetoread, your view is bent straight out of the gate.

To want a man,
was not right.
To be with a man,
it was myself I had to fight.

 

[Masked Poet]

small peter

MP, such a macho man. I did not think you could bring yourself to such a sensitive point. So much fury, so little restraint. Not sure I want to hold your hand or feel it on my knee in a dark theater but you are coming along nicely. LOL

I am macho. I'm dripping in manliness. (no, sweaty men didn't rub against me in the locker room)

You wanna know why that poem was sensitive? I had my bitch write it for my while she sucked my cock. She's a very talented little whore.

Now ladies don't be getting on my case for the above remark. I'm the first to admit that I'm an arrogant bastard. But if some of you look deep inside you'll realize it turns you on.

sp, hold my hand, touch my knee, feel what a real man feels like.

MP

 

[smithpeter]

Respectfully

MP, it is difficult for me to remain polite.
We now know that MP must stand for Misogynistic Phool!
Please try to control your glands and keep them closer to home.
Like, shriveled inside your Lucky Charms boxers under that magnifying glass.
If you wish to continue this insult to my intelligence and that of the other Litites I suggest we take it outside. Way outside, near a lake perhaps.

 

[Masked Poet]

smith p

I suggest we take it outside. Way outside, near a lake perhaps.

Bring it on, prissy ass.
By the way, I can't swim. You weren't planning on throwing me in that lake, were you? Oh well, go ahead. Just make sure you throw me in the lake in my underwear. I look so good in a wet tee shirt... and boxers.

MP

 

[lovetoread]

*Grabbing some popcorn and a drink...watching this fight brewing*

 

[Bretts_k0d3]

tisk tisk tisk

now now boys, cant we all just get along???
MP my dear, when us women pretend we like that shiznit, what we are really doing is protecting ur pride and going along with it so that u will have some confidence and maybe, just maybe keep it up longer then a full minute in the sack.

and peter, dont worry, MP is just MPS'ing

k0d3

 

[smithpeter]

a hand of peace

Dear Masked Poet,
I feel it best that we do not continue this silly feud.
You may be masked but your poems smack of an inner gentleness obscured by outrageous fury.
Please forgive if I can not resist an occasional jab of jest or jolly.
If you are willing to call me friend then I will give it serious consideration.
<Masculine slap on the back,>
sp

 

[Masked Poet]

sp

If you are willing to call me friend then I will give it serious consideration. <Masculine slap on the back,>

Sure, let's and make up. (in a masculine way, of course)

 

[smithpeter]

Ok MP,

In the interest of Peace and Mind sublime I offer this poem to you as though we were on lounge chairs in your back yard guzzling beers and arguing about Nascar versus bullfighting versus Wet-T-Shirt-O-Vision.com
Your bitch can assemble snacks as she pleases or in a way that pleases you.

The cruel wind licks!
It takes our subjects
Pointedly, throws them
Slamming against the fence
Chain linked memories
Of youth and your miniature
Railroad in the dank cellar

Leaving us in dust
Of latent male afternoons
Nearing your burp horizon
Your bitch steals away
To the coin jar

Away, away to the casino,

Leaving us in lust
For those babes duct taped
To the basement walls,
Slightly mildewed
Miss November, 1997
Miss August, year torn away,
The train on tiny track
Never crashing, only tipping over
Typical HO scale,

Except for certain words
The funny things you shared
Not meaning anything but
Really ribald musings
Meaning anything, and
Honest, human reminiscence
Drooled down my arm on the way
To your couch and lights out

 

[UnmaskedPoet]

My first homo erotic work

I turned in my sleep
felt a poke on butt
It kind felt good
so I started to rut

In a minute or two
it felt good to you
and that is the story
I'm gonna stick to

 

[Poetry Lover]

new u.p.

I turned in my sleep
felt a poke on butt
It kind felt good
so I started to rut

In a minute or two
it felt good to you
and that is the story
I'm gonna stick to

Another version of your poem. This one is free verse, and I try to say the same thing, just in a different way.

no longer facing you.
unfamiliar sensation,
not unpleasant.
under the sheets I moved.

minutes sweat by
as I made you feel the same.
I share this with our friends
when I gush about the first time.

 

[UnmaskedPoet]

a lot to learn

yours is better than mine, but I'll keep a tryin

 

[Poetry Lover]

new poet

You're capable of writing poetry, NUP (new U.P.) but it takes time and practice. It's not always as easy as it looks. Just think about all the ways you can express one idea. Read other poetry. Read some of the threads here, they contain excellent information. I've learned a lot here. My poetry wasn't much better than yours when I started. (and I had been writing for a long time)
Anyway, stick around, learn, and have fun.

PL