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Tristan Taylor Apr 2017
You know
I bet you won’t hear this often
Especially from a guy like me
Or a guy period
But you’re loyal
I appreciate you
There is a certain beauty to you
Most guys would say
“Take it off!"
“Show us the goods!"
A younger me would say that as well.
But I learned
As I matured
That you are not just a piece of clothing you throw off
You protect
You are the bouncer in those beautiful bouncing clubs
You are the guardian of that treasure chest
The colors
Red ones
Blue ones
Black ones
Purple ones
From the color, I can always learn
Thank you for the magnificence of cleavage
You know the perfect balance of tease.
Now, I know this isn’t my territory
You’re loyal.
I appreciate you.
In my defense,
Don’t get offended
When I say
“Nice Rack.”
Appreciation poem to the bra from the male perspective.
Tristan Taylor Apr 2017
She sashayed in the room
With intent
The freshman named Lillian
Felt eyes when she walked in
The boys said “Daaaaamn!"
Let’s not pretend
She knew her **** was big
But what she didn’t know as class went on
Was a boy couldn’t control his hard-on
14, hormones, puberty
You know what it is
But while others look at her like animals
After all, we are mammals
She knew something was different about him
Something was

As for the boy, he was sitting with his best friend
When Lillian walked in
The boy was an *** man, of course
But he looked at her face
She was pretty
Curvaceous
Confident
She had that aura about her
That was evident
But the boy compared to her couldn’t be more different

She said hi one day
He waved, blushing
He prayed to God that his soldier would be at ease
But that day they would be working on a project
Oh how that girl was a tease

She was different
He was different, too
In their own ways
She noticed his “soldier”
Didn’t say anything about it
She just made him laugh in conversation
It didn’t falter, it actually didn’t want to make him engage in *******

She was different
He was different, too
He saw the beauty other than the obvious
She began to see the same, she was guiltless

Her name was Lillian
Pretty name
Her body was like a work of art
Wish he could actually say it
Tristan Taylor Apr 2017
Brothers!
And some sisters too...
It’s time!
It’s time to step forward
And proclaim to the people
We love ***
We adore ***
Don’t be offended
It’s just a compliment...


I’m an *** man
That’s who I am
***** shorts are like Spidey Senses
Yoga Pants are letting people know what you haved
Sundress Season makes me incoherent
I don’t give a ****
So many, so little time
If you got a big one, you're considered a dime
I’m not a rapper
But I can rhyme
Some call me perverted
I call me observant
Is that a big crime?
When I stand behind her
And she grinds on me at the time
Don’t trip
Y’all do it too
Some chicks act like it’s a big taboo
It’s really not
It's because you’re hot
Whoops
I forgot, they get told that nonstop
But that *** though
Make it bounce
I want to tap it
So juicy
So bubbly
So yummy
On top of that, literally she’s a beauty.
Put your hands up like Billy Gunn
If you’re like me
It’s time
To step forward and say
I am an *** man
An appreciation poem about the female hindquarters...
Tristan Taylor Apr 2017
She wore a red dress
It was Saturday night
To the football game
To the school donning
Red and white

Red was the color of her lipstick
Red was the color of jealousy as she rocked her hips
But Red was also the color of blood
The color of lust
At a football game
That was a hell of a combination

She was a sorority chick
Reputation of a confused ****
At the game, she said
“Why the **** are we losing?!"
Exasperatedly... And slightly tipsy
Not knowing that she would be watched
By boys who wanted to win
Who just wanted to ****

Red was also the color of passion
Touchdown after touchdown
She celebrates with her friends as it happened
The home team prevailed and won
The boys were staring at her
Waiting to pounce
As her ******* bounced

They were bros
Waiting on her
They were easily drunk
Looking at her plump ****
They had a plan
They struggled to keep it in the pants

She lived on campus
Her friends didn’t
Their beloved team was still undefeated
Before long, they had to go their separate ways
She lived in the Village dorms
It wasn’t far
She was a big girl
She was brave


They rolled up on her
In a slightly used Hyundai
Told her
“Baby girl, do you need a ride?"
She respectfully declined
They asked again
She decided against it
All of a sudden she felt something was wrong
She felt someone come from behind
Next thing she knew, she felt confined


“Hey, baby girl, what’s good?"
The driver said
“Why don’t you go chill with us in our hood?"
Two of them had their hands on her thighs
She wondered was this her demise?
With tears in her eyes
They still had that look
They stopped the car
Evil was afoot

“****, baby girl, why you crying like that?”
One said.
“Yeah, we just wanted to chat.”
Another one continued.
“We just wanted to know if the rumors are true."
And finally the driver said...
“And we want to see it too.”

The bros pounced
They saw red
The color of her bra and *******
Were red
They groped like animals
At her *******
Their scratches were red
Their repeated thrusts
After angry ******
After angry ******
Made her bleed red
Insult
After angry insult
Was venomously red
Their marks of territory
All over her body
Were red


And when they were done...
“Baby girl, mmm.”
They were satisfied.
First attempt at a **** poem.
Tristan Taylor Apr 2017
I looked at her lips
She glossed them in the mirror
Turns me on. Kiss me.
Tristan Taylor Apr 2017
****
The word’s as American as pie
Some like it
Some don’t
I always use it
I’m not even going to lie
But I always wonder...
What is the real meaning?
What does this word imply?
Most think this word does apply to:
Older women
That age like wine
That happen to have kids
That might be true
But I urge you to use your minds
Remember this word can be misconstrued
Remember before she became a ****?
She was like a beautiful innocent flower
Somebody had to deflower her
Somebody had to be the bee
Afterwards, I don’t know why
But there’s an added beauty to her, you see
I can’t explain it
I guess I’ve been looking at it all wrong
God blessed you with another
While other brothers wanting to be your lover...
That’s a ****.
Tristan Taylor Apr 2017
A Letter to “A” (So Hard)

Dear A...
Do you remember this...
“You wanna know what ******* I have on?"
My head tried not to ****
But my ears began to perk
“You know those that have the smiley face...”
I was listening with intent
I started to dream up what they looked like in my head
Nothing in that description was left unsaid
I undressed you with my eyes
You were one of the sexiest I’ve ever seen
****, I wanted to see that *** hiding in those jeans
Though I did get a peek
At those fat cheeks
You might not have not known it
But I was behind you
As you were adjusting your jeans
Accidentally showing that beautiful rear view
Pervert?
Ok, maybe
I call it admiring
Do you know how many dudes
Are dreaming
About you?
Touching themselves?
Including me?
You have the curves
Goddesses and Queens
Are made of
And you have custody
It’s yours
And you drive me crazy
You drive me wild
You turn me on
You make me so hard
Now I have no chance
But to tell you this now
Before you take your vows
You were one of the sexiest I’ve ever seen
Now, it’s time for someone to treat you like a real
Queen.
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