I’m in love with the beach boys
in this scenic sight, all various
shades of colors hypnotizing
my soul – beautiful bronze,
swirling caramel, creamy chocolate,
vanilla flavored dipped in delicious
strawberries, sleek firm flesh rippling
in the sunlight, synchronized, swelling
in the cityscape, the smoothness of their
wavy creations a pure melody on my skin,
rock and roll inventions, groovy instruments,
street swag, deep domains unable to tame.
Chest muscles magnifying, brightening,
the cool breeze blowing in their view,
bringing their shimmering physiques
into the spotlight. Dreadheads decked
in dazzling style and solid rhymes,
incandescent horizons, high gloss and shine,
bulging arms and thighs bursting bright, defined,
supreme freshness draped in spectacular
constellations. Caucasian studs flexing
in the sand, bathing in earth’s greatness,
super pumped jocks, adventurers, mariners,
and surfers coasting the oceans, inhaling
the sweet escape, the fisherman’s dreams,
dressed in stylish swimwear, blasting hip-spinning
anthems, hot gyrating muscles born of brilliance
and handsomeness, everything capturing my soul,
making me starstruck, hypnotized. I could sit here
for hours and hours at a time and watch the
beach boys dance in the limelight, glistening
skin so appealing, so eye-catching, let the magic
of their mansions magnify inside my cells,
let their engine bassline ignitions ignite electricity
along my inner entrance way, lost in the extreme
exhilaration, sea-driven muscle boys, hot bods
surrounding me everywhere on this blissful pier.