He plucked the stems from
my existence and buried
them in fiery Mars.  And
as I tried to search for
the missing part of me,
there was nothing to be
found.

When I'm alone, I find myself fantasizing
about your vibrant brown skin, the rhythm
of your delicate touch caressing my soft
plump ******* and around the passages
of my navel, beautiful bright pores
of astonishing angles, hypnotic
geometry, supersonic equations of
exuberant joy.

I can dream your swirling chocolate
of fineness crawling over my body,
massaging my favorite spots, deep
invigorating fragrances of fascination,
soothing relaxations, spinning
rotations of melodic escapes,
as my fingernails circle the pad
of your arms, teeth-biting and heavy
heartbeats, a thrilling spark beyond
transcendence.

And as our feet intertwine, the sensual
beats of it all, love flights soaring
towards intensifying desires, flesh
filled fancies, the harmony between
inner and outer worlds sifting into
each other, while we lay on the beach
breathing in the sublime landscape.

All I ever hoped for was the
day that you’d open your eyes
and see that I’m the rhythm in
your beat, the sparkling moon
shining in your vivid view, the
glittering galaxies watching
over your presence, the
gentle breeze blowing in your
path, the love that you needed
to keep you grounded.

As I swallowed the sweet
nectar from your oceans
of milk and honey,
the tasteful desires inside
my soul were intensifying in
greater depths.  I could
feel my body floating
in ecstasy, harmonic
vibes over soft smiles
and exploration.  Your
masculinity was all that
I needed to satisfy
my world.  The scent
of your waves inside of
me gave me an exhilarating
high.  And as I licked lips
down to my fingertips, you
were my touch, my thought,
the man I couldn’t get enough of.

The smoothness of your brown skin
captivates my soul, hazel eyes so bold
and beautiful, a palace of romance and
sensual dreams, shimmering beams and
nightlife gleams.  

His sweet lips touch my skin so
peacefully, melodic vowels and
fascinating sounds, deep channeling
languages of sheer temptations,
harmonic creations.

I can feel the music inside his chests,
the dynamic beats drumming endlessly
around Neptune and Jupiter, explosive
Mars, spinning dynasties over magical
majesties.

To run my fingers through his dashing
dreads, wavy locks upon my heart,
an aura of celestial instruments
intensifying my flow.

To inhale the lucid lyrics all over
his body, taking in his world of
magnificent nations – the upbeat
rhythms traveling through the
cityscape, the flashing light
posts standing in glorious delight,
the midnight skies of love over
divine cuddling.

The phenomenal poetry gliding
on top of the balcony.  The
shimmering syllables sparkling
in the air.  The brilliant metaphors
bursting in celebration.  The
vibrating alliteration pounding the
pavement.  The swagging similes
dancing in the night.

I know that we are miles and miles
apart, further distant that the rising
oceans, the winter trees that hang
in the sky across the canvas of
our chests, the December clouds
that creep in the shadows.

But when I think about the strength
and inspiration that you instilled in
me, I’m more than grateful to have
a brother like you.

The days and nights that you listened
to my painful stories and encouraged
me to never give up, the times when
I was falling behind and losing my mind,
you were the shining star in my galaxy
that kept me moving forward.

And sometimes when I stood in the
shadows not knowing which direction
to turn, it was your bright and vivid
words that soared inside my soul,
leading me along the path of tranquility.

Despite the obstacles that came in
my way, the suicidal attempts that
stayed on my mind, the conflicting
thoughts sifting inside my brain,
as I was so close to leaping off the
bridge, you gave me hope and
showed me the light. You will
forever be my brother, a flowing
river of pure perfection.

The rhythm of his firm body
excites my brown eyes, his
curly afro running through
my mind, his forehead full
of lustrous designs, his cheeks
a glorious valley of bright hues,
the poetry inside my soul that
shines across the vivid oceans.
I love the depth in his words,
how his soft languages of love
curl in the air and illuminate
in the midnight.  His ******
appeal entices my dreams,
the shimmer and flowing
creations of soft melodies
over nighttime chemistry,
taking his clothes off
piece by piece, embracing
the magic in his dynasty –
the late-night sensual vibes
hovering in the jazzy
sky, the bopping beats
pounding inside his chests,
the blazing blunts and
hypnotic Cîroc.  Ice Cube's
song, Today was a good day,
circling the stars above.
The stroking fascinations,
the vivid vibrations, the
immense elevations, the
amazing equations of
escape captivating his
heart.