Monday, January 31, 2011

Jack-in-the-Box

I remember the night when I was either 4 or 5 years old, and my Nonna came to live with us after Poppi died.  In particular, I remember climbing up into her lap and , even though her eyes were sad, she had this beautiful smile on her face, as she presented me with a toy that was once my Pop's, from when he was little.  It was this ugly tin box with scary clowns painted all over it and a little metal handle on the side that turned.  At first, I looked at her quizzically, as if to say, "What the fuck...?"  She patted me on the head, and told me to turn the handle, and I'd get a great surprise.  So, I start turning the handle and I'm looking at the top of the can, and I turn it some more...nothing.  Nonna just laughs, and urges me on.  So, on I turn, face right up on the can, sometimes fast and erratic other times slow and wonderingly, as if, come on already!  

SURPRISE, my Aunt Fanny with an ass full of Uncle Dick, next thing I know this giant clown pops the fuck right out of the top and smacks me right in my goddamn nose.  SHIT!  (Ok, I didn't actually say that, but if I would have had any poop in me at all, I, sure as shit, would have crapped my pants right there where I sat).  Nonna just starts cracking up and shaking me all about on top of her lap, and, falling into her mirth, I curbed my desire to cry and started laughing right along with her.  From that night on, I have always loved that toy.  It was one of the last times I saw her laugh, as she got sick herself, but her wonderfully contagious sense of what's funny stays with me to this very day.  

So, understanding this about me, is it any wonder that now, all grown up, I get a horrible grouch in my pouch at the first sight of my new favorite toy? It is, of course, the wonderfully erotic Cock-in-the-Jock, with a rock hard cock just a throbbing and a pulsing to pop right the fuck out and smack me in my my goddamn nose?  

Sorry, no surprise here.



































Friday, January 28, 2011

Soul To See

The day you laid your soul to see, is the day that life began for me.

Not the day I sucked your pole 
or the night I fucked upside your hole,
but the day I met your tender soul

The day I felt you beckoning...
It was my day of reckoning.
You gave me joy and lightness
Your being, so full of brightness

You took from me my heart, for sure
My love for you, there is no cure.
My love for you, it will endure.
My love for you, simple... pure.

So how has it come to be, you not in bed with me?
I lay here fast awake, without you in my arms
I hug your pillow tight, hungry for your charms

In bed, I'm all alone, dreaming of your touch...
I swear I feel your mouth, suckling at my clutch,
your strong and manly fingers, poking at my hutch.
Yet deep within myself, I know who gives this pleasure
It's me, myself and I, that brings forth my manly treasure.

Yet, still I call your name, as sure as I just came
In hopes that you can know, it's for you, I reap and sow.

I may not soon forget, and trust it may be slow
I promise to forgive, and my love will surely grow.
So open up your soul to see, and life will shine again for me.


RafaDe