geeksusie

Hey all!
I hope everyone is doing great. I am totally psyched. Autumn is almost here! My two favorite seasons are Spring and Fall. I just love the coolness at night, and the very comfortable temperatures during the day. During the Summer I long for winter and during the Winter I long for Summer. But during the Spring and Fall I always wish it would stay this way.
I do have a favor to ask of you guys. I do enjoy your emails tremendously. I really do! They really make me feel great and boost my ego like you don't know! But I do need to ask this favor. Could you guys be a bit less graphic in them? I realize that this is a nude site (I refuse to call it porn), and that I post photos of myself nude in the photos section, but given my orientation (for those that don't know, I am gay) could you please keep the graphical descriptions to a minimum. Believe me, I do quite enjoy that you like my pictures. It is a big turn on. But in the future can you please refrain from using the C word and saying that you can change my mind. I do appreciate all of the emails that I do get, but please try to put yourself in my place before hitting send. Thanks!
Okay, I am off of my soapbox now.
Football season is back and I am totally psyched. My team, the Jets, won last week! Woohoo! Not so sure if they can keep it up this week. They play the Patriots this week, and even without Tom Brady the Patriots are still an awesome team. The Giants are looking good too. Hopefully, I will hear from Frankus later and he can bring me some more luck this week with the Jets.
I will be posting 2 more poems today. I didn't realize that my last few were really gay, so I will try to post some of my "not-gay" poems for the next couple of weeks. In the future I will try to spread them out a bit more. You do have to realize that I write about what I know and feel, so a lot of my writings tend to lean towards the queer side. lol

SUGAR DONUTS ON A SLEEPY SUNDAY

Sugar donuts on a sleepy Sunday aren't complete without a triple latte.
For when caffeine and sugar are combined, sleep becomes the last thing on my mind.
The confectionery rush is so intense, while the caffeine jolt is equally immense.
But when these two delights converge, I get a most delicious, energetic surge.
A donut with a cup, opens wide my eyes and then, as if electrified, I rise.

Toothpaste on my hairbrush,
Oops, I can't forget to flush
To the shower I must rush
Rush, rush, rush.
Take the cat out for his walk
Bewildered dogs bark and gawk
Then a minute for the news
There's no time to just peruse
Reply to email, skip the detail
Zigzag, zigzag, no time to lag
So much to do, so much to do!
Mow the garden, weed the grass
I love it when I move this fast!
Wash the house and paint the car
Neighbors stare like I'm bizarre!
I get my chores done in a flash
(for I know that soon I'll crash)
But for now I'll ride this high
Oh my God, my cup's run dry!
Yeah, two donut holes remain
"How did they ever get that name?"
For a moment I do ponder
Then my mind begins to wander
Non-stop flights and boneless wings
Oxymoron's, all these things
I gulp the holes in one big bite
To hang onto this rush I fight
Caffeine level's running low
as my body starts to slow

My mind unwinds and clears a bit, then to myself I must admit,
When mixing latte with my donuts, true it is, I morph into a total putz.
I'm sleepy and I need to take a nap. All my zip has now been zapped.
The next time I think I want sweet pastry with my latte (though it might be tasty)
I surely will resist, "No way," I'll say, to sugar donuts on a sleepy Sunday.


Vending Machine of Life

Oh, Vending Machine of Life,
You contain all that is desired;
Bugles, Twinkies and root beer by Hires
All pushed forward by little wires

I peer through the glass
And leave a smudgy fingerprint
And wonder have I got some coins
To liberate all that is contained in it

Vending machine of life,
I give you my silvery legal tender
And yet you cruelly mock me
And coldly refuse to render

Ho-Ho's, Cinnabuns and Wrigley's gum
Vending Machine of Life, you softly hum
I punch buttons and knobs like a spastic twit
But, Vending Machine of Life, you won't give me sh-t

I curse you and kick you in puny frustration
I mutter oaths about automation
But no matter how I plead and beseech
The sweetness you have stays beyond my reach

Vending Machine of Life, if I could shake you
Violently enough, then that might make you
Bestow your favors, or perhaps, instead,
You will just fall on me and bust my head

Here lies Susie, 'neath a Coke machine
With a fractured skull and a ruptured spleen
My final thought before it all went black,
I didn't even get my fu-king money back!