I glisten in your melody Of golden magic Feeling his rising rhymes Flow through my design I feel my gayness escalating In his irradiating majesty I want to dive into his masculinity Feel his massively magnetic currents Crashing upon me
I yearned to paint His masculinity With a constellation Of gay hues Let my glittery sensations Cover him in treasured bliss Fill his lips with mesmeric rainbows
I see birds fly from this concrete predicament faces in ****** hands I hurt and I cry my hands are wet trapped on Pilates plateau a place where bugs die.