I love the way that he dresses and smells,
his swagger so ripe and right,
a hood ***** with fire,
turning up the love in my vessel,
so ready to caress him, bless him
with my heavenly hands.

I love the way he lay back in a chair,
all stretched out, holding his massive package,
giving me the look as I move closer to him,
eager to touch his body, to blossom in his resplendence,
feeling his vibe cloud my mind,
so bedazzled by his dashing masculinity,
a milky caramel delight melting on my tongue,
taking me on his flight to a great, endless paradise.

As I read your captivating poetry
today, the smooth stanzas elevating
in synchronicity towards beaming
mansions, sheer diction shimmering
on the surface, flowery bright metaphors
coming to life in the sleekest spots, street
soul seeping into the heart of its spotlight,
my dazzled dynasty overtook with boundless
joy.  The slow-motion syllables rising
off the page into my flaming existence,
every sparkling simile growing beautifully
the way lovers blossom on a romantic occasion.  
And as I studied each crystal consonant,
the serene spaces separating each one
from the other, my body bursting
with curiosity as I sunk into the depths
of its world, my flesh wanting to feel
and breathe in your kingdom, taking in the
perfect depictions and illuminating tunnels,
the passionate moments rocking me
with dance jams, slow grooving mazes,
**** and salacious, the divine music
in my ears, swaying my sublime bones
into dizzy galaxies.   And I wanted to
embrace the engines of your ignition,
the wheels of your racing rollercoaster –
so adrenaline jumping, so rhythm bumping,
your whirling vessel an all-time masterpiece
sparking my skin.

As I laid across the
bed in my starlit
room, I could see
vivid depictions
of your existence,
brown tanned eyes
in my sight, rosy
cheeks in harmonious
galaxies, gleaming lips
a thousand worlds of
illuminating pleasure.
You were my dazzling
diamond, a rare gem
brightening my darkest
days.

You tantalized me with your dazzling perfection
Had me feeling like I was stranded at sea
Lost in the waves of your endless escape
Wanting, needing you in my life

To breathe you into my lungs
Take in the midnight stars of your world
Wandering helplessly in the jet-black sand
Encased in your musical flame, longing
To be devoured by your powerful frame

I was in a deep trance
My slender fingers clinging to my chest
Sweet dreams of you seeping in my subconscious
Your blossoming body so perfectly formed

You were making me hot for you
I was high off your hypnotizing swagger
Drunk off your charm and many truths
Wanting to be with you forever
And never let go of the love we shared together

There was so much pain buried
inside my chest, cracked veins
burning without caution, black
screaming skies beaten and choking
in the shadows, a harsh stash of
blazing depths smothering my existence,
as I stood inside my living room
staring at the scattered clothes
covering the red rusted floor.  
The broken picture frames
bleeding in cold splitting verbs.
The damaged dressers beneath
splintered wood.  The offbeat
clock spinning with meaningless
direction.  The hanging ceiling fan
whirling in thundering sounds,
atomic blazed bombs banging
endlessly, swayed salvage rhythms
hardened in harboring oceans.  
across from my drunken soul,
there were the raged alcohol bottles
surrounding the walls of a shattered
love stinging my tongue in sunken
millenniums, constant tears tormenting
my heart into hopeless existences.
And as I stared at the mirror facing
my steel burnt eyes, shadowed
memories of a darkened love
blinding my light, blackened drums
rumbling in clouded disguises,
every part of me was conflicted
and stabbed.  And as the anger
and pain amplified inside my brain,
closed curtains fading in white stains,
unbearable despairs and dangerous
turns, I smashed the mirror with
bruised bladed hands.  And I could
see the blurred images of your
wash away world in each broken
glass, no meaning, useless,
a dead beat stuck in silence.

There is a dead silence hovering above my broken soul,
a splitting equation of cracking rhythms reverberating
into infinity, drumming waves roaring inside my veins,
flaming diction curling in my mouth, slammed, amplifying
into a constellation of crumbling syllables, jagged, stained,
disentegrating languages crashing into other worlds, swallowed,
stabbed, drowned in diminishing dimensions.

It’s been a long time coming, but I’m free from the pain and all the obstacles that stood in my way.  I never understood why a young boy could be bullied so bad.  Why I endured harsh words and violent threats?  The day when I was slammed against the wall by a bully and fell to the ground.  Everything inside of me felt like I was dying that day.  I couldn’t see anything.  I remember that memory so vividly.  It stayed with me for a good time.  I recall when I tried to smile to hide the pain, but it was too much for me to sustain.  The tears I cried on cold and lonely nights.  The disconnection surrounding my broken soul.  The homosexual life of a gay boy walking in the streets of society.  How was I to adjust?  How would the world see me?  There was a lot of struggles that I faced, but I’m very thankful to say that I’m finally free from the pain.  I understand the elevation that needed to occur in order to take me to greater places.  The pain may hurt, but it is required to mold the character of the human being.  The individual must be able to evolve into their true existence and recognize the power that they possess within.  They must be able to build a bridge of excellence and strength.  They must stand supreme and follow their dreams.

Death is an unknown existence
that shifts your physical being into an
outer dimension, far from the inner soul
of your reality, further distant from the
surface of the universe.  Death is the slow
beat of a blossoming flower fading away
into blackness, like the clouds in the sky,
each fallen petal drifting into the shadows
more outward from their external presence.
Death is a piece of glass shattering suddenly
the moment it hits the ground.   The broken
debris is now further apart than before, sinking
into nothingness.  I stare at the darkened sky
and let mind sift into its chamber door, feeling
the way death creeps in from the shadows, the way it
attacks its target and brings them to a low flame,
collapsing in its scattered ashes.

Death is those last lucid sounds fading in sunken
shadows, like the life within it would never regain
a harmonizing beat, like the rumbling drums would
never create a rotating and vibrating motion.  That’s
what I remember when I heard about your untimely
demise, the array of glistening stars shattering in your
broken frame, the brutal explosions rapidly beating on
the outer canvas of your chest, the dark, haunting clouds
floating away in the distance into some drained dungeon,
the silent scenery all around your faint rhythm drunken in
pain, meaningless mountains disintegrating into senseless
syllables, weightless, scattered reflections burning in ashes,
the mute languages lingering in the lost sea, the splintering blade
carving its name in jagged letters across your neck, the
one-dimensional depiction in your entity collapsing in the somber,
shadowy street, speechless diction, unrhymed melodies, cracking
chemistry, unspeakable photographic scenes, everything colliding
on impact, the emptiness all around your unfinished work of art
slowly losing time, drowning in a repetition of bright flashes.

I lost my heart deep in the blackened blue
skies, sliced, dead muscles under sullen eyes,
slouched back beyond bleeding, shattered hips
in flawed hallucinations, hard dragging
silences sunk in shadows, homeless equations
evaporating in a sea of dying screams,
muted gray rivers, stranded choking consonants,
a bladed crime amplifying in ******* rhymes,
steel azure eyes searching in pain, brick cracking anger,
a harboring bruise masked in ****** syllables,
amber sparking dimensions, scarlet crammed
surfaces caged in chaos, trembling, starving,
swallowing mouth, a hall of congested negatives,
slung around in rough-edged caves, all swollen
and numb, sun-drenched and scorned, a brutal
death of a poet stabbed.

Death was my fate that cold day
when I stepped onto the scene,
read to hop into my new whip
and cruise through the strip,
then saw mad police cars from a distance,
speeding down the street
in behind an unmarked vehicle,
screaming siren sounds filling
my ears, immense fears intensified,
watching as it all went down,
brutal bullets blasting from every direction
trying to duck and dodge for protection,
****** around and caught a bullet
in the heart from those ferocious cops,
slowly dying on the blazing block.

He was a thrilling hot wave of cerulean magic,
crisp adjectives, silky solo syllables, sizzling
spice and desire, articulate articles of amazing
depths, champagne eyes a dream light of bright
sparkling rhymes.  His soft lips an escape
towards adventurous alleyways, his chests
an intoxicating dynasty, dancing diction,
moon rocking metaphors.  A groovy machine
moving in the midnight, spitting fiery lyrics,
his hard-bopping funk so crunk and notorious,
unleashing deep head-spinning jams.

You were the moments I could live
in, a vivid vision of definition,
truth and thought, seamless chemistry,
kinetic energy, the strings to my guitar,
my eternal moon and tranquility,
the calmness I needed in the night,
a sweet benevolence, a blessing
and protection.  Your many layers
of labyrinths igniting bright flames
inside my existence, breathing deep
sounds within my vessel, your sea
of serene waves swaying in magnificent
motion, floating in angelic heavens.
I could inhale your universe, take in
your riveting *******, the vibrant breeze
around us, the air in your lungs a breath
of purity, the sun in your soul opening
my square of space, your rhythm a deep
ignition driving my dimension into broader
bridges.

My fingers navigated through his slim body, feeling his
developing chest, his breath releasing hotness in the air
as my tongue found its way on his beautiful *******,
licking his neck, shoulders, arms, and stomach, loving him
the way that he had always wanted to be loved.  To take away
his masculinity and replace it with feminine streams of the
brightest delight, to enhance his dreams, his kingdom
relinquishing its innocence to me.  I kissed his navel\
down to his ***** hairs, allowed my mouth to thrillingly
taste his monster gun, letting it grow hard and hypnotic,
listening to his moans as he said, “What are you doing to me?”
thinking nothing of it, I made incredible love to his passionate
rod of starry escapes, devouring his *****, his muscles tensing up,
his thighs and legs surprised and mesmerized, my appetite
satisfied, swimming in his ride, in his downtown streets o
of eternal bliss, embroidering his body in exuberant diction,
liquid juices, his succulent symmetry so tempting and wet,
a nectarous treat on my rapturous lips.  I enjoyed sending him
in a trance as I romanced him and brought his dreams to life,
opening the blinds to his inner bedroom window, surveying
his shimmery spots, the profound parts of his addictive
landscape, every beautiful bone so strong, his life
a poem of treasured rhymes, his taste, touch, and smell,
everything that brings me plentiful happiness.  I could
melt in his metaphors, stay trapped in his thoughts,
stripping him apart, my fingers steadily dancing
in his tight tunnel of manly sweetness, stroking his
swaying *****, spreading his *** cheeks as I dug deeper
in his flourishing valleys of love, in his **** truths,
let our ****** climb to the highest charts of *******,
unwrapping him more and more as I explored
the extraordinary gifts buried in his core.

As I stood outside in the pouring rain,
wheezing eyes rushing solemn rivers,
sagging eyelids plastered and slowed,
there was a deep black **** slashing
my soul, smashed bricks creeping
inside swallowed holes, a staggering
depth deepening inside my brain.
And as I embraced the strong icy winds
whipping against my face, frigid frames
floating in disgrace, misplaced, my slit
heart was in a sunken state.  There was
the scattered songs screaming across
the skyline, stained and straining, a
bad whiskey beat stale and burning,
faded and harboring, a flooded harmony
faint and drugged.  And as I gazed at the
gray fog intensifying in the shadows,
ragged ochre tanned trees throaty
and trembling, still leaves stuck in space,
I told myself I would never fall too deep
in love again.  But my heart is crying in
dead whispers, raw scorched and dwelling.
And as much as I tried to escape your love,
I found myself falling back into your tightened
grip, further beyond a darkened ocean.

I want to feel your masculine world
whirling through my body,
breathing passionately on my neck,
kissing my cheeks and lips,
your desires all over me,
stroking my arms
with your tender hands,
your physique so incredibly sweet,
your strong, hard *** a homeland
of the sweetest encounters.

I wanted to be deeply embedded
in your spellbinding vessel,
streaming in your thoughts,
falling a thousand times
inside your spectacular rhymes,
inside your chamber of strength
and pure intelligence, into the very
depths of your warmth, into the heart
of what it means to be a charming man like you.

On the boardwalk where the brilliant
sun shined down upon our melanin dynasty,
the array of clouds hovering
gracefully above us, the trees and leaves
swaying in the glorious wind, magnificent attractions
stretched out in shimmering perfection, I could feel
an uplifting beat bringing me to a mountain of epic glory.  
And I placed my hands around your waist,
inhaling every monumental moment within your existence,
the blue jays hovering in the air,
singing sweet notes as they flap their wings,
landing on the surface of tree branches.  

And I smiled at the beautiful horizon,
my heart in sync with your starry existence,
scintillating songs rising from your thugalicious
chests, **** swagger, curly dreadlocks
touching your back, a galaxy of adventure
and affection, sensational chemistry,
mouthwatering symmetry, eccentric eyes
staring into mine, statuesque and awakening,
a widening stadium, and I could see the
extraordinary spaceships soaring
inside your starlit kingdom.

I was deeply in love with your blissful poetry,
the shimmering stanzas surfacing
your stomach, the tender thoughts expanding
from your heart of harmonies – smooth sounds
that uplifted me, unraveling the bridges of my kingdom,
and I knew that you were my intoxicating
destination, a brilliant history book filled
with glorious information – insightful, invigorating,
a perfectly framed canvas brightening inside my world.

I imagine being in your careening streams
of deep underground dreams,
feeling and squeezing your seductive muscles,
admiring your lyrical design,
your vibing and spellbinding supremeness,
your galvanizing hotness.

I can ride in your flawless flight,
dance to your beguiling beat,
soak in your masculine richness,
all your massive mountains of grandeur,
ready to caress your stimulating skin,
to be wrapped in your rapturous manliness.