Laying in bed...

Thinking of nothing but fantasy

as he opens my door & walks into

my night life.

He - on his goat's hooves,

blazing eyes, & naked submissive lust.

For a moment - in the glimmer of light

off gossamer wings he sheds sad tears

& is only a boy with pointy ears & tossled

hair...

And then a man of magma & horned ferociousness...

And then that stare of his burns into me as he approaches

the bed - kneels over me & swallows me whole.

He looks up from my crotch with a heat that needs no words -

no begging - no spoken questions...

Behind him,

I lick & suckle...

I prepare & I thrust...

As he ruts back against me in animal ecstasy.

The guttural sounds of his bleating is what gives me the strength

to hold on - to inspire that sound - is like the sweet music of Pan's

lilting pipes.

But morning is coming & soon, so must we both.

In Dawn's fragile light, the tree spirit is a naked,

blissful boy; sated & snuggled.

I kiss his lips & his closed eyes, as they pulse & shimmer

beneath my ministrations...

He smiles the most innocent boy smile I've ever seen,

joins his mouth to mine - & I hear his voice in my mind:

"I'm Todd...Thank You...My Name Is Todd."

I break the kiss to say his name & devour him again

as the fantasy screams

& my daylight world pales;

quiet with wonder.

-For Todd-