The Haunt of Manly Dreams

       The Haunt of Manly Dreams

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A tingling in his skin with hairs makes nubs

Rise up.  They pop up from connections to

His heart, nerve wires.  His left-hand searches, rubs

The bumps to calm them but the spread-out slew

Of them is sent from throes of thrill inside

His chest.  The pounding there is caused by juice

Of hexing now relating to his pride

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That’s swelling in between his thighs, and sluice

Of blood that’s pounding in that flesh.  Some god

Is shouting down below, a god of kiss

And liveliness, divinity of prod

And licking, god of hot demand and bliss.

  The spasm just behind his breastbone — pang

    It slammed — not poetry but more slick slang.

Phillip Whidden