When I was a child

I would enter a wood...

I would wander that world -

Run as fast as I could

through the trees

through the breezes

both naked & good.

The thorns never pricked me -

Nettles never tricked me -

Though my cousin Michael

would often deep dick me

& now when I wander through

trees in the summer...

And the hum of the insects

& the smell of a storm...

The sound of the thunder

while the trees keep me warm...

That's when I remember what

it was to feel young.

That's when I remember &

I'm hard with that fun.

That's when I lose all control

& I cum...

Remembering childhood...

When I'd strip in that dark wood...

When I'd spring up hard

& then naked would run.