Stop-Frame Moment

My sex, sometimes, it comes in slices,

Screen-grab freeze-frames of a moment

All men treasure straight or not.

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Here's the scene:

Fist-fastened, pumping, palm on flesh,

Accelerating to a blur that

Videos will not quite capture;

And then I go where no film goes!

Fingered flesh is naught but whole,

Entire, the push of pleasure

Pointedly.

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And here is where the camera film

Jams and burns an after-image:

Spray reflective silver-ovates,

Globules, milkshot, spat ejecta,

Scattered gushes of my pleasure!

And O! I love it reader -- know it!

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As burst balloons entrance a boy,

Or firecracker dangers lure a

Boy-man twelve to light his fuse,

I yen to cast myself to pieces.

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All the film-frames -- cleavage, lips --

That I have seen converge and push

Out droplets packed like water-powder

Guns of love.

Each barrel ball: discharge my need!

Percussion from inside my sex.