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Aug 2019
I could feel the blood rushing
to my head, bloodshot eyes
drifting off into space, floating
and swinging along with the rings
of Saturn, a million voices echoing
in my ears.  Sultry sounds, milky
cream finessing my soul, musical
clouds careening inside my cells,
so smoky and scarlet-black, slippery
dream states and sensations taking
me across various destinations,
perceiving sudden realizations
and calculations.  Immeasurable
conceptions and perceptions
gliding through my mind in time,
inhaling this smoking high, this
riveting grav filled with bliss
and lustrous kisses, rocking
revelations and enlightenment.
my fingers pressed against the surface
of this blazing joint, embracing the pure
seduction, the sizzling steam, the heavy
frequencies taking me into eternity,
relaxing upon my skin, intoxicating
my dimension.   My lips stained
and numb, my body staggering
in a sea of wavy emotions, my soul
crimson-colored, thick, bedazzled,
a ******* beat rumbling through
my belly like dancing drums.
Travis Green
Written by
Travis Green  30/M/Middlesex, NC
(30/M/Middlesex, NC)   
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     Jamadhi Verse
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