Enter, Thrust, Throb, Cream + backstory

One beauty of having your own laptop keep in the solitude of your room is that you can be as much of a pervert about it as you want to be. Namely, through your wallpaper. For this is a screenshot of the wallpaper I had on my computer at the time my song "Enter, Thrust, Throb, Cream" came to mind.

It's a still from a NextDoor Studios scene in which Michael DelRay tops Scotty Zee. So that's Scotty Zee cute butt.

For me, sex is art. So while this photo does turn me on, I don't stop and jerk off to this pic. I turn on my laptop see the nature-created artistry of a cock inside a nice wanting ass, and get to work.

However, on one particular day, I got up to take a break from a project. In doing so, I closed the web browser and all open windows, leaving me to see just that wallpaper. Suddenly, a subconscious thought came to me. I can tell it was my subconscious because as it reached my conscious mind, its volume slowly increased. It was 4 words said rhythmically describing what was going on in the picture, and the result. I knew that because while I couldn't instantly figure out what the middle 2 words were, I knew the first word was "Enter" and the last was "Cream" - 2 words I use very often when describing the process of sex.

As I thought more about it, I realized the other 2 words were to describe actions that fascinate me during sex. Knowing how I've always been fascinated how penetrative sex is a simple thrusting back and forth that brings one so much euphoric physical pleasure, it should be no surprise how the next word was "Thrust". Followed by the next fascinating thing during sex is the various times a guy's cock will throb as he's getting closer and closer to orgasm and ejaculation. Making the other word "Throb".

With the words now set in their rhythm, next came describing each word's part in sex from the entering of the penis to the ejaculation(s) that often concludes it. And this is the end result a cappella:

SEX.... Never Lose Its Fascination

Sex has always been an interesting subject to me.

Looking back to being a grade school child when I learned exactly what sex is; then starting to masturbate, which gave me some idea of how great sex feels to the body; then as I got older, even as a virgin, learning sex was a beautiful and powerful thing. Such a powerful thing that it can create life. Then once I finally experienced it for myself, I further understood that power. Seeing how while I already knew that when done right, sex can create life in a physical state, I also saw how it can create life in a spiritual state as well. But I additionally saw how when done wrong, it can be just as easily end those states of life. So the older I get, the more I understand how we have to respect that power and not take it lightly. And I try to educate people to do the same.

Just the outward simplicity of sex... simple back and forth motions. Causing all those inward complexities of sensations throughout the body, effecting the mind, and changing lives. ALL OF THAT IS FASCINATING.

And as long as there is life to continue, it will never cease being fascinating. Especially among us human being. So I wrote a poem to talk about the never ending fascination that is sex. Enjoy.

Fuck Train Engine

In my blog article "Evolution of My Bottoming", I mentioned how the French guy I was with made me the front of a fuck train, while he was the center. And how he was such a skilled center in picking up the rhythm of the guy at the end (the caboose) that I could feel the fuck rhythm changed when that last guy entered. That made me also reminisce about a couple of 3somes I had with a hot couple in Harlem. And how I experienced the same shift of who was running the fuck rhythm because of them being that much of a sexually in-tuned couple.

With that said, as far as my sexual history goes, I have been the engine, the passenger car, and the caboose of a fuck train. However, my favorite part is being the front - the engine.

After a social media posting, I was reminded that there have been a number of misinterpretations of what a fuck train is. Mostly because guys hear a term, and don't properly investigate the exact details of its meaning..OR they make up a term just to so their male sexual ego can say they made something. This has led to many confusing a "fuck train" with the terminology of "running a train on" someone. I personally feel the term "running a train" is quite idiotic because it is already what is succinctly and more appropriately referred to as a "gangbang".

So I made this drawing to give a visual of what a fuck train is. As for the color of the bodies, it's my way of giving a big "FUCK YOU" to the narrow-minded perception bestowed on us by porn. For all of the fuck trains seen in porn make it seem that only white males are sexually adventurous enough to participate in a real fuck train.

Plus, a real pleasurable fuck train is only 3 bodies. Not 4 or more. These 2 pictures may look hot because of the vast number of men being sexually charged simultaneously counters so many forms of sexual represssion. However, in actuality, it's another stint of a porn director living vicariously through his performers. Telling them to do something that may look sexy optically, but is by no means pleasurable in real life. For the too many bodies make it is a ball of confusion.


Well, truth be told, my fuck train experiences have been pretty much the skin color scheme I drew. I was the front of the fuck train with the medium skin tone; the guy in me was lighter complexioned, and the guy who was the caboose has always been the darkest. This was never intentional. It just worked out that way. And I'm quite proud of it because the diverse skin tones show how being sexually adventurous is not a market cornered by one skin color.

With that said, I am well aware that I am not the greatest artist in the world. I've been drawing since I was in kindegarten, but fell off from improving my skill. However, I do maintain enough skill to make my drawings say what they need to say. And in this case, it is to say...

THIS IS A FUCK TRAIN.

Heart of Your Hard-On

Before the reading in the video on September 28th, the title of the poem came to me on September 8th. Right before I posted this on Facebook:

The idea came to me out of my love for seeing a man's cock as a work of art by nature.

This is not the 1st time I've seen an upside down heart in a body part I lust after. For if my long-time readers recall, the same thing happened in the backstory for my drawing "Upside-Down Heart Ass", which was an image I saw while banging a bottom from behind. And to this day, I am still flattered that the sex shop Shag posted my drawing on their Tumblr blog.

This is also not the 1st time I've written a poem based off of a cool sounding title. I run with such titles because I take it as a sign that my subconscious knows there's a message, or a new way of thinking to introduce through my poetry.

So now perhaps I've introduced poetry readers and listeners to a new way of looking at a penis. And if you think about it even further, a penis is one upside down heart going into a larger upside-down heart. Making the 2 meeting something that's meant to be.

Lastly, if the above version of the poem is too clean for you, perhaps the XXX gifs and video (from my studio-based and homemade porn) compiled for my XXX version of the poetry video would better suit you. Enjoy. 😉

Sleep Inside Me with Sexual Electricity

In October, I went back to the return of the erotic open mic event Titillating Tongues. The event is one of many open mic event produced by Michael Geffner for his Inspired Word series. And that's a keyword to what my presentation was that night....

INSPIRED.

For my entire presentation featured 3 poems. All inspired by images. One was a photo I found online, while the other 2 were drawing of mine.

When I came across this photo online, I knew at some point a story of some kind was going to come out of it. I just didn't know it was going to be a poem. I have no idea as to who the photographer is, or who the models are. So if you have any idea, please leave the info in the comments section.

Now, some of you might be pissed to see a man and a woman on my blog. Well, first of all, as a bisexual, I have an appreciation for the beauty of sex in all sexual orientations. Plus, the beauty of sex between a male and a female is how you got here. So don't make it ugly (and regrettable) by being a hetero-phobe.

In any case, there's no reason why you can't take that photo and imagine it being a hot guy sleeping with you. Let the beauty of imagination take over. Like I did when I finally buckled down and wrote this poem. Making this end result....

The include photo inspired the poem you hear being read at @InspiredWordNYC's Titillating Tongues. The poem is titled, "Sleep Inside Me". pic.twitter.com/4IxwaT2zNY

— LeNair Xavier (@LeNairXavier) November 7, 2016

The next poem was very brief. It simply speaks of the electricity during anal sex born from the friction between a man's dick and his sex partner's ass. Hence the title, "Sexual Electricity".

"Sexual Electricity" The drawing inspired my erotic poem of the same name read at the @InspiredWordNYC's Titillating Tongues on 10/21/2016. pic.twitter.com/q6Xre4W6tB

— LeNair Xavier (@LeNairXavier) November 7, 2016

The last poem from that presentation was inspired by the drawing to your right. It is meant to shall we say "flip the bird" to the sexual racism in the gay community endorsed by porn, and most other branches of gay media and entertainment. It's titled, "Black + White = Silver".

The reason why the poem is not included in this post is because of the power of Twitter.

In promoting my appearance at Titillating Tongues, I tweeted this pic along with the other 2 above, and someone putting together an E-zine is considering to include it in that e-zine. If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you probably have already seen this drawing. You just never heard or read the poem that was inspired by the artwork. You missed it by not coming to hear it read live at Titillating Tongues. However, if all goes well, I'll be giving you the info so that you can read it soon enough.

Well, I hope you like the artwork that inspired my latest erotic poems. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll have an exhibit at the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay & Lesbian Art. LOL