Father's prideful eyes
Looking down, he sees himself
Smiling up at him
My Pop died when I was just a teenager. A day doesn't go by that I don't miss him and wish him here. Each night my prayer is answered, for I feel him in my spirit with every breath I take.
I feel my father's spirit shine
As he smiles from high above
I feel his soul as part of mine
As he fills me with his love
Now, this being a gay blog, I don't know how many of y'all out there are father's. Lord knows it's not something I'll ever experience, but, if you are (my dick has surely been in stranger places than a smelly ol' vag)... HAPPY FATHER'S DAY WEEKEND!!!
NOW, on to a little peaky poo at some men I wouldn't poke'n at some holes with...YUMMY!!!