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Jun 2019
His hands were a whirling flame
of hypnotizing rhymes, thick
veins screaming jazzy beats,
spinning in sleek waves, divine
magic, puller me closer into his
space enchantment, my bones
twisting in high thunder,
arms lost in accelerating basslines,
engine roaring vibrations.
His moonshine eyes were locked
into my pulsating position, lips
spitting funky music upon my soul,
the air around us a vibrant maze
of infinite equations.  His deep
voice ran through me like streaming
rivers, drumbeating lyrics dancing
along my throat, two-stepping,
cracking into captivating escapes,
hips cranking, soaring towards
incandescent Saturn.  His flow
was everything, exhilarating, gyrating
thighs intertwined with mine,
our feet nuzzling each other, singing
in upbeat sounds.  His nation moved me,
pure sexiness amplifying towards rocking
ecstasy, the flashy floors surrounding
us brightening in the night scenery,
limelight’s pulling us closer into the
spotlight, his bone jamming wave
a smoky song settling inside my soul,
giving me immeasurable pleasure
as our bodies swayed back and forth
in the moonlight.
Travis Green
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Travis Green  30/M/Middlesex, NC
(30/M/Middlesex, NC)   
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