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Sickening silver shades,
Burst brightly through my shades.
Illuminating him platinum, glistening.
When I cried it was him who was listening.

Now it's he who graces my bed,
Sleeping the sleep of the dead,
I'm stroking brown curls from his head,
My mind fixating on the words he said.

He's not my opposition, sweet was his proposition.
Never have I loved, ****** yes.
Never to be betrothed, ******* away stress.

I'm held tightly, the sun shines brightly.
Warm body against me, hard but welcoming.
Swarm of kisses against my neck, more love coming.

So sick, love deprived, became depraved.
Skin slick, sleep deprived, but I'm saved.
His eyes, absent of lies, he wears suits and ties.
He is a man, no boy.
He is a man, no toy.

Do I tame his fire, drinking down all his desire.
This time love isn't a liar, all he does is take me higher.

His face stirred instant recognition,
Was it precognition, he mutated my cognition.
I'm following a theme tonight :)
My legs around his waist,
My mouth embracing his taste,
Our kiss fire-fuelled and chaste,
Moving to an unseen frantic pace,
Pleasure ripe upon his glowing face,
All hesitancy disappears without a trace,
A game of pleasure but it's not a race,
Consideration of clothes treated like lace,
At the point of ****** i break like an overflowing case,
Starfilled vision-until I awake in the heat of his space.
 Jul 2014 A Mareship
hiroki
nothing hurts better than that dry friction
piercing deep into my most frigid parts
warming me up then melting me down
into a formless mass of something
yet it's the only time i feel nothing
and nothing hurts better
 Jul 2014 A Mareship
Terra Lopez
Summer
Always reminds me of
Your Olive skin
Caving in
Onto my chest
Petals broken in
Slowly curving out
In between the ribs
You always wore
The crown, my darling
And now I know
After staring straight
Into this memory
You always will
Silver tongue, a man of steel.
My heart was his to steal.
Eyes as warm as the summertime fire.
Eros reignites my burning desire.

Gold eyes and sugary sweet lips.
His velvet hands upon my hips.
My soul alight with intense desire.
He is oxygen fuelling the fire.

Bronze body and a body brawn.
He loves me until dusk and holds me till dawn.
Oh that face, an artist couldn't have drawn.
What a loveable mind that could leave a heart torn.
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I tend to get stares... Looks... The occasional "are you gay?" With a quizzical look of disgust.
Well, to answer your question, no, I am not gay.
In a society built around judgment and stilted above common sense,
Being gay would mean that I'd have to find women utterly disgusting, flick my wrists, speak with funny and awkward inflections, right?
Do you think I speak with funny and awkward inflections?
Good! Because I'm so not gay.
Being gay would mean that I love to shop, well I hate it!
My fashion sense does not exceed that of a box of colorful crayola crayons melting away in the blistering Las Vegas sun because you see, I don't live in San Francisco, or New York,
or anywhere "gay" people live.
I am not gay.
Being gay would mean that I am immoral but I can assure you, moralistically speaking, that morals are what keep me routinely from listening to Lady Gaga, who I've heard, despite her catholic upbringing, is a devout devil worshiper and I sure as hell don't worship Satan!
Oh no, I am not gay.
My father once told me, in his manliest tone that if I ever became sweet
or my tank profusely filled with sugar
that he'd disown me and rid me of his home.
However last time I checked,
I don't have a tank
and one lick of my tanned brown skin would reveal that I am in fact quite salty!
Salty, as defined by Urban Dictionary, means to be ******.
Bitter. Angry.
Well father, there aint nothing sweet about my wrath.
I'm infuriated.
I'm angry not because I'm not able to fulfill the holistic criterion society has built in order to be gay,
No, I am more upset that there is actually a set of rules dictating whether or not someone is gay.
Now listen to me when I tell you,
I am not gay
I am not gay because I have yet to inject myself of substances with an unsterile needle for all purposes of getting high.
No, I have yet to discover my last ****** partner was diagnosed with *** and that I may very well have the virus.
No, I have yet to interiorly decorate my bedroom with the warm crimson fluid that is my blood because some punk at school thought it was cute to label me a queer.
I have yet to be gay because being gay in today's society means I am reckless. I am promiscuous. I am a *******.
Well, guess what society,
I am not gay.
I am, in fact, a man, who is not your personal show dog for your fashion approval that you can tote around in some cute Gucci bag.
I am a man, who can still appreciate the beautiful magnificence that is a curve when he sees one no matter the person's gender.
I am a man who, despite what you may be expecting,
is a man who, no matter how hard you try to box me in a confined image,
is a man who, will fight to freely be in love with who he wants to be in love with,
who is a man who is not gay
but a man who loves men.
I am not gay.
..
Totally gay.
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