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Sep 2019
The way he held his atomic ****
in his robust hands, stroking the veins
in rhyming motion, taking in the ocean
poetry gleaming in the scenic boulevards,
golden similes dancing in gleeful directions,
his dark hypnotic eyes swirling in passion
and boundless bridges of extreme ecstasy,
made my heart rise above mountains,
above the endless galaxies exceeding
the great Milky Way.

Flexing his bulging chest muscles,
activating his abs, stretching his shoulders
and arms, his thick thighs glistening
in the sunlight, the serene symmetry
running deeply within his muscled frame,
the bright lines revealing romantic pleasures
within his handsome canvas.

I was fascinated by his blazing song,
the lyrics so razor-sharp, volcanic thoughts
erupting, earthquake shattering, spinning
tsunamis filling the grand landscape, roaring
through the wide opened space, splitting
double-spaced paragraphs into single-spaced
diction, his studio sound system so thunderous
to my lips, flaming my biceps, leaving me stuttering,
trembling, sifting into smoky dreams.

The way his rhythm magnified with a new history,
channeling every wave of imagination beyond
the universe as he rubbed the tip of his ***** head,
feeling the heavy pumping adrenaline flow
through his bones, unleashing supreme beats,
drinking the desires down inside his throat,
vibrating hips over jazzy jaws, luscious lips
moving in various degrees, ****** soul rides
rippling in ravishing seas, slick gritty ****
all raw slamming, ball jamming, crammed
with super bassline bridges, the hook so *******
dope and rocking without pause, bouncing
in the skyline towards glittery infinities.

And I could drift inside his ******* drums,
essence enchantment, climb the fences of his
fortress, marvel at the engines of time, engines
of immeasurable designs, engines of engines,
his hot harmonizing kingdom a craving
I wanted to feel under my skin, swim
inside his wheels of life and embrace
the red light special, the grinding
and rewinding, brick-based plots changing
into concrete climaxes, saucy conclusions,
thugging vibes decorated with glam and spice,
Kool-Aid sensation, mega racing heartbeats,
explosive episodes dripping crunk juice
all over the captivating scene.
Travis Green
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Travis Green  30/M/Middlesex, NC
(30/M/Middlesex, NC)   
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