A poem for Matthew's birthday:Grubby bike-riding grizzly-man;
my kingdom for a bear-hug from you.
Your eyes pierce my soul
like a needle through a supermodel's nipple.
Your loins like the gateway to paradise.
Matthew, ride your bike to me.
Wrap me in your manly,
if somewhat strangely foreshortened,
arms.
And whisper sweet nothings
as if I were Jake or Lance
and we were on vacation together
at some high mountain retreat
in a tent with the sheep braying in the night
and the wind in the leaves
that heavenly susurrus
so like the hushed sound of your breath
oh Matthew my manhood throbs
at thoughts of your dewy flesh
sweat glistening in your chest hair
and your purple member rising
rising
yes, like a new heavenly sunrise
coming
higher
faster
Matthew
feel you inside me,
filling the void inside me
you heaving fleshy hairy grizzly grunting
bike-riding ass-fucker...
Uh, gotta go...
