Slippers and Observations

I wore slippers out today
instead of socks and shoes.
Perving on the reflection in the glass door as my dog and I return
   from a walk
I can see why there was a time when ankles were considered
   indecent.
Some things are just too bombastically sexy for general interest.
In the reflection of the glass door, and with the same reasoning,
I can also observe why bestiality is so taboo
in the handsome, roguish, and charming image of the dog who here
   in this hot, youthful, summer moment struts beside me.



Untitled Anything And This

Sometimes it's hard to put into words how much it can mean to kiss
someone on top of a few items of dirty laundry on the floor. Being
alone together with your best friend, anything in the world to do
that day, laundry, making food, writing, reading, playing a game,
watching a show, literally whatever, and deciding to carve out
time indefinite to lie down together and make out with your best
friend, yes he is a dog, to make out with your best friend,
goddamn he loves you, to make out with your best friend on the
floor on the carpet on some pants and the underwear that you wore
yesterday and have since showered and changed into a cleaner set
of pants and underwear and also a clean shirt, to take hold of a
moment to make out for an amount of time that says I don't care
about the time, I care about you, I care about you more than time,
to make out with your best friend and tell each other by the
kissing and the intaking pauses in the kissing just how much you
care about each other as the outside air seeps in through the open
window and the closed curtains, into the room where you and your
best friend who is a beautiful dog make out on top of some laundry
on the carpet on the floor beside the bed that you both sleep on
every night. These words are forthcoming and this is the way they
are falling, I will not put them into verse because the slab of
them deserves to be an unadulterated block. Sometimes it can be
hard to put into words how much it can mean to make out with your
friend on top of some laundry on a day, but the point at least in
that moment is not any words or any lack thereof, the point is
that my god, my dog, I love you.



Blackout Or Just Slipped My Mind

last night
I don't remember
if I nutted at any point
but I definitely do
remember that
you used my hand
to get your doggie self
off quite
a number of times
and you seemed to
really enjoy
it, mounting my upper
body again and again to
grip my elbow in
your doggie claws and arms
and plant your sweet chin on
my shoulder and
use all that for
leverage and pleasure to
fuck my veterinarian lube coated hand
with your awesome doggie penis
again and again
coming back for more
and so for that
reason
alone I
know that it
was a good, good night.