Sestina for an Afternoon Dalliance

Piercing ominous clouds, a shaft
of sunlight frames two young men on the knob
overlooking sweaty, shirtless football players – “A tool,”
the red-haired youth claims, “a lightning rod
to channel violence.” “No, a buffet of fresh meat,”
responds the blonde as he squeezes his prick.

As the young man’s hand roams, Red feels a prick
of anxiety. They had only met last night at The Shaft,
local gay bar, and decided to picnic here with meat
cutlets and fresh bread slathered with a knob
of butter. Now, anticipation of more stiffens his rod.
Could love blossom or would he simply be a tool

to satisfy his new friend? Not that being a tool
couldn’t be fun, but it always left him feeling like a prick.
“WTF” Red thought as he reaches over, channeling Rod
Stewart, and rubs Blondie’s denim covered shaft,
whispering, “do ya think I’m sexy? Can I show you the door knob
to my heart?” “What a corny line, but it gets us to the meat

of the afternoon,” Blondie replies. Clarifying what that meat
was, he leans over and kisses Red roughly, his tongue a tool
to pry apart Red’s lips, his hands releasing Red’s throbbing knob.
Red’s lingering resistance flees. Now well past prick
of conscience, he plunges into passion’s mine shaft,
lost so deep that no love-detecting divining rod

would find anything but the urgency of need. No rod
could beat patience into either of the meat
fondling youth. It no longer mattered if Cupid’s shaft
would cut their hearts. Now no more than a tool
of young hormonal heat, fallen to lust’s prick,
Red twists Blondie’s pecs like a radio knob

with one hand while his other liberates Blondie’s knob
from his jeans. Red is mesmerized by the thick steel rod
and with pleading glance lowers himself onto it. No mere prick
this would be, but a stuffing to remember, a fulfilling meat
and potatoes meal, a ride to enjoy like you just want to tool
around enjoying the sights. The boys reach engine’s rhythm, shaft

pumping power through Blondie’s prick, electrifying Red’s own knob
until his shaft threatens to erupt in ecstasy. Finally, the magical rod
completes its spell, leaving their meat limp, spent but satisfied tool.

©2023 Kenneth W. Arthur