Thoughts on the Train

I slipped out the door into the dark cold November night. As I walked the few steps to the subway to begin my lonely trek home, the smell of you is still on my fingertips, on my sweater, in my hair. I absently touch my lips feeling the rough spots from where your stubble ground against my flesh in our passion. It hurts but it is a pleasing pain. In my mind I can see you lying next to me your brown eyes looking right through me. Seeing me for who I really am, and I am not afraid. I worry that I will disappoint you. I worry that I am not what I seem. Yet I know your intuition is accurate, you let that slip. So I will trust you and trust myself to finally be myself. Be the man I have hidden away. Be the man that you are attracted to. Be the man you see clear as day. Eric Hodgson November 1st, 2011

Come with me on a journey through the night.  The city streets await. Fly with me. Let the avenues we glide down be your fantasy, the streets your fetish. Nothing is lost to you. Open your eyes to the colors of the night. The dark indigo of the night sky, the bright white of the stars and the dull yellow of the waning moon. The blueish white of the streetlamps, and the red and yellow glows of the cars as they pass us by. Feed on fear and drink deeply of the night, untill it pulses through your veins like molten gold. Feast on my majesty and fear my wrath. Nothing can harm you, with me you are immortal. And when the night turns to a time of passion, I shall run my fingers through the hair on your chest. Grasping and tugging gently, then with more ferocity. Run a feather down my spine, and watch my flesh prickle, with anticipated pleasure. Touch your lips, ever so gently, to my chest, my belly, to that which makes me a man. Growl with me in our animalistic passion. Submit to m...