Blushing but Brave

"Whoever blushes is already guilty; true innocence is ashamed of nothing." --- Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Hey, whatya looking at! Yes, YOU!
Well, well. Caught ya staring. Well?
You like what you see. Hmmm?
It's ok. You can look. =)

The Slab

At the Crossroads

You took flight quietly.
Under the glassy veils,
I was still seeing sandy grits tucked

Between two clasped hands: uneven,
Yet seeking. Not a word or careful phrasings,
Just a crease beside my space.

An open sea quietly filled
With solitary windsong.
Sparrows, meeting only briefly, leaving at crossroads.

Hot & Sticky: William Levy

Yes, they do drop by once in while. So you grab and grapple and never ever let go. Here's one eye candy that's sticky, sweet and Cuban hot.

He's coming to your small screen via Dancing With the Stars. Not a telenovela. More gyrations and hotness, surely?

He who shall be named "William Levy."

Oh, of course, more pictures to follow! In descending order of decency!



Here's less cotton and more package.



Much more flesh, coming up!





Hey, I want to talk to you. In. My. Office. NOW!



Hey, c'mere. Can you look at this?

Question: Is this too, ya know.... Take a closer look. You think?



More? More?

Here are the not so safe for work (NSFW) photos, thanks Pinoy Urge and Naked Supermen

Post Valentine Glow

Here's to you peeps.

Happy post-Valentine's Day to all those who are in love, out of love, waiting for love, looking for love, down with love, done with love, and full of love!

Superstock

Touch
by Thom Gunn

You are already
asleep. I lower
myself in next to
you, my skin slightly
numb with the restraint
of habits, the patina of
self, the black frost
of outsideness, so that even
unclothed it is
a resilient chilly
hardness, a superficially
malleable, dead
rubbery texture.

You are a mound
of bedclothes, where the cat
in sleep braces
its paws against your
calf through the blankets,
and kneads each paw in turn.

Meanwhile and slowly
I feel a is it
my own warmth surfacing or
the ferment of your whole
body that in darkness beneath
the cover is stealing
bit by bit to break
down that chill.

You turn and
hold me tightly, do
you know who
I am or am I
your mother or
the nearest human being to
hold on to in a
dreamed pogrom.

What I, now loosened,
sink into is an old
big place, it is
there already, for
you are already
there, and the cat
got there before you, yet
it is hard to locate.
What is more, the place is
not found but seeps
from our touch in
continuous creation, dark
enclosing cocoon round
ourselves alone, dark
wide realm where we
walk with everyone.

from The Wild Reed

Poem from Closet Professor

Saturday: Succulent Porn

Imma getting me one. The prickly green thang. The thug with spikes. The hard succulent schlong. The hot rod oozing with thick clear liquid.

Flavorwire

Well, well, well. If it isn't that green mind of yours. What were you thinking?

This?

Idolatry

American Idol is in season again. That means I can see an interesting cross section of the land of milk and honey. The show seems a lot more subdued, though. I don't know, but there are fewer outlying voices donning costumes --- remember the guy wearing feathers or that clueless she-bang guy.

Still, Simon Cowell may be right, all along. The franchise may have run its course. In fact, it has long become predictable and, lately, a bit stale.

But surprises still drop by. Phillip Phillips is one pop idol package. He's a potential.

MDNA

Yes, that's the new album of Madonna. She can still change her mind. It might just be M.

We wait.

Meanwhile, witch, work on it quickly. You need to pay your rent.

Hola!

YAWN. Just woke up from a hefty slumber. Man, is it morning yet?

Yeah, that too. Happy New Year!

from Guys Next Door

PS: You like my boxers? Nice huh? Psst, wanna peek inside? Shhh. It's your new year's gift.