The Lost Boy

He was a little lost boy

Nothing ordinary 

But nothing special

But always lost in a world all his own

That resided only in his mind

He stood out like a sore thumb

Never quite fitting in

In the world around him

No one truly got him

They poked fun about 

The way he walked 

Or even the way he talked

Or who he was 

He always felt like an outsider

Trying hard to fit in

Never quite being the son

His father would have wanted him to be

He tried hard to please everyone 

He felt he couldn’t please anyone

In life and love

Even though he tried hard to be the best

To do what pleased everyone 

And felt that doing so

Would please himself

But doing so he lost himself

Often left hurt

Often left feeling broken

Often left in tears

Cause he couldn’t please everyone

And so he felt lost

Unaccepting and all alone

And so he preferred being lost

In a world all of his own

The world according to him

Where he could be his own

But for those who seen him

Thought him strange

Always lost in his world

Oblivious of the world around him

Oblivious from reality

And so called him names

But he didn’t mind it all

He was happy in his world of his own

He don’t mind being 

The little lost boy

Cause in being lost

He found a life of his own

THE Orgasm

His body trembled with every stroke

Quivered with every sensation 

His senses wide awake

Letting him feel things 

That he had never felt before

Never in the way he felt them now

Every touch, every smell, every sensation

Everything felt so new,

Everything felt so wonderfully strange

Everything alive all at once

He could feel the skin on his skin

The sweat trickling down 

The sweet smell of sweat

The aphrodisiac for his soul

Adding fuel to the fire within

His body burning with passion

Trembling with every touch

Like tiny little bomb under his skin

All waiting to go off

The pressure building deep inside

A stirring deep within him

A fire that was once simmering 

Was now burning bright

A sound rose through him 

And released into a moan

And he moaned over and over again

He was a prisoner of pleasure

But a prisoner who didn’t want to be free

His heart raced with excitement 

Beating like it never ever done before

His body writhed with sheer pleasure

He held on and he moaned

Till he couldn’t hold no more

Like an exploding firework he came

A sensation he had never felt before

The pressure releasing all once

He let out a final moan

And collapsed in the arms of his lover

Into sweet embrace

And he cried

He cried out of pleasure, out of happiness 

Cried for the joy of the moment

And he wondered

Wondered what this could be

Could this be an orgasm

Was it possible for men to have one

But he didn’t care about the answer

Cause whatever the answer maybe 

He just had one

One with someone he truly loved

And that was all that mattered

And so he believed 

Men can have orgasms too

The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side

Oh child, dear child

Though you may think

That the grass greener 

On the other side

What you have is beautiful too

And although others may have

What you don’t

They don’t have what you have

And though their pastures 

May seem greener

There’s nothing wrong 

With what you have

So don’t fret, don’t worry

Don’t ever regret

You have the tools 

To help make your grass greener too

So don’t complain

‘Cause only you will feel that pain

It’s only you to face the blame

Instead work hard

Ans enjoy the fruits you have sown

And let someone else envy

Your Greener Grass of your own

The Empty Nesters

They looked around at what was now an empty nest. The silence was deafening. Where there was once noise and chaos, was now replaced with pin drop silence.

Their little hatchlings had taken off, had flown from the nest. They spread their wings and took off, setting flight in a world where they would build nests of their own. So that made them officially empty nesters. 

They looked around the empty nest, sorely missing their hatchings. But they knew this day would could come. They tried their best to prepare for it, but nothing could prepare them till the moment came.

They equipped their hatchlings with the tools they would need to survive, to thrive, to succeed, to leave their mark. Now their hatchlings had taken flight to create a life of their owns.

They had dreams, they had plans, but everything was put on hold when the first one came. Before they knew it, they had another, and then one more.

They set aside their hopes and dreams, and made the hopes and dreams of their hatchlings, their own, and went about enabling them to reach them.

But now that they were gone, to make a life all their own, what more was there left for them to do?

They wondered if they should sulk and miss their hatchlings, or should they just sit back and reap the rewards of the seeds they had sown? Or maybe, just maybe, this was chance for them, an opportunity, to get back to the hopes and dreams, get back the life, they had put on hold. Was this life giving them a second chance?

They were firm Believers that you are never too old to learn? They believed in second chances. And this was their second chance.

So they packed their  bags and took off to pursue the dreams of their own, two empty nester, living in an empty nest no more, off to see the world and conquer the dreams of their own.