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Travis Green Jun 3
I was wildly, wickedly, world-flippingly gay for him
I couldn’t help myself
He was gravity with unmatched magic
Rarity like no other
So splashy to the max

I loved him in every color
Red for the wild, fiery passion
I felt in my system
The more I marveled at his
Unconquered charming phenomenality

Orange for the way he oozed
Infinite majestic energy and creativity
Yellow for the golden sunshine
Streaming in his veins
Green for the supreme picturesque forest
I got lost into when I inhaled his existence

Blue for the thousands and thousands
Of oceans I drowned in when he embraced me
Made me feel like I was the only man in the world
To be loved by him and no one else
Purple for the royalty, mystery, and
Dreamy magic he embodied

He was my hairy heartthrob
My monument of macho charm
My 7.2 earthquake laced
With world-shaking enchantment
My baritone boss man

I was so hopped up on his
Top-notch awesomeness
His heart-stoppingly marvelous sparklingness
His regally dreamy handsomeness
His seductively yummy hunkaliciousness
Travis Green Jun 3
Being in his presence
Left me breathless
Barefoot on clouds
So high on him
It felt like Molly in my veins
Sheer euphoria blossoming
In my mind, body, and soul

He was my treasured Superman
My dapperlicious splash
Dressed in infectious finesse
A storm in my core

A four-star poem to adore
A sight for sore eyes
A vast ocean of galactic thrillmantic mantasticness
Immaculate swagnificent

Every word he spoke
Had my heart
I was spinning, staggering
Through the supreme dominion
Of his sensual scent
A willing victim of his
Bewitchingly yummylicious masculinity
Travis Green Jun 3
Being with him was the most
Sensational experience ever
Calling him my sultry, smooth operator
My dreamy, invented-flavorlicious treasure
The one that embraced me

Dominated me, made me his
With no questions asked
His magnetic presence
Was an out-of-this-world force
That touched me to the core

The way he traced his hands all over me
Was like he was scanning
The enchanting lines of poetry
All over the map of my melanin skin

His every breath near me
Set off flaming hot fireworks
In my mind, body, and soul
Had me dancing on air
Stranded in his clouds of wild ecstasy

He had me completely
Had me oozing softness
Oozing gayness in waves
That never ended
He hijacked my senses
Melted my existence
Like ice cream on a heavenly summer day
Travis Green Jun 3
His entireness was a five-star wildfire
Overpoweringly mesmerizing
Magically decadent
Sweet like a poetic love letter
Dipped in crash-hot chocolate hotness
And sealed with juicy kisses

He was my macho-luscious studmuffin
My velvet-voiced hot boy
My dopacetic treasure
Wrapped in unmatchable passion
That flabbrergasted me

He was the majestic loverman
Of my homosexual fantasies
The rhythm of my blossoming heart
My irresistible dreamboat
That made me float
The one I crashed into
Revering every inch
Of his infinite photogenic magnificence
Travis Green Jun 3
He lured me into his
Lust-drenched labyrinth
Of lush, deep, delicious, and
Devastatingly captivating masculinity

My chocolicious temptation
My macholicious thunder
With broad pecs, astonishing arms
Four-star abs, top-notch rod
Adonis-built backside

I was so madly, epically gay for him
He rocked my world
Split my mind, body, and soul open
Wrote his name inside my domain

He was my badass hurricane
My untamed game-changer
He talked, and I lost it
He moved, and I was over the moon
His charm was so smooth
Nuclear, treasured, and super groovy
I was too far gone
Way too far gone

Every part of me was hijacked
Unraveled, rapt in wonder
Basking in everything that made him
A mantastically attractive masterpiece
  Jun 2 Travis Green
lorelei
if love grins
and sinks its fangs into my heart
perhaps I would let it

if love paints my lips
maroon when it kisses
perhaps I would let it

if love wraps its arms
around me in a suffocating embrace
perhaps I would let it

for if love was to forsake
nothing but scars and wounds
perhaps I would still call it holy

and if love leaves
as quietly as it came
perhaps I would still call it love.
it was real—at least, it was to me.
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