We stared at the stars
as our hearts burst into excitement,
the moonlight above us
a masterpiece of magnificent depictions,
the midnight breeze blowing, glowing
in unison with the splendorous blue seas.

You were the written poems of love
that streamed through the air
into the charmed skin of my soul,
unraveling my desires,
how you increase the heat in me,
flourishing fires burning to inspire us
to fly away beyond our wildest dreams
to amazing destinations.

I was awakened by my great ancestors
taken away into the deepest lands beyond time
educated on our rich and vast history
how we hold incredible power and treasure
how there is immensity of light within us
a spectacular mountain of knowledge
that has molded us into extraordinary human beings

We were the blueprint that White Supremacy
snatched from our grips
fabricated our ancestral roots
denied the color of our skin
teased our many cultural practices
cursed our names until we were nearly drained

They have made us into the enemy
They have convinced so many that we are black beasts
That have no intelligence, no principles, no personality
They have confined so many of our black men in prison
They think we don’t understand their methods
but we know that prison cell is the new form of slavery
You must learn the way so that you can see above it all
Many will come and try to shield you away from the truth
but you were awakened by us and realize that everything
that you are is rooted in our ancestral history
Go now and educate the present-day society as well as the youth
Everyone must be awakened
The time is now

I love the structure and composition of a male’s body,
the hypnotic curves and angles, the sheer
symmetry filled with great rhythms and skills,
glowing geometry, their smooth toned shoulders
and beat bulging arms, their statuesque backs flexing
flawlessly, enthralling my heart, every sway
of their hips so amazingly appealing, sugar sweet
lips made for kissing, diamond shining eyes
like the stars hovering in the blackened blue sky.
The feel of their muscular magic hands,
so wonderfully ecstatic, passionate, a gust
of uncontrollable love intensifying, my heartbeat
sparked, sifting in the enchantment of hot
and naughty men.  There is so much paradise
and peace in their astonishingly rich physiques,
so much authenticity, creativity, dexterity,
and flexibility flowing through their veins,
swirling sea of delicious degrees, flavor fragrant
scents of all kinds drawing my rainbow soul
into their luridly lush oceans of sunshine poetry,
melodic muscles, beauteous bridges rising
and brightening like the thriving moonlight
in the nighttime bliss.  My soul lives
in the spectacular kingdom of thrillingly  
magnificent men, in the blossoming trails
of their grand glittering landscape, in the elegant
spaces of their celestial craft, colossal consonants,
masculine metaphors multiplied with stately
similes, totaling breathtaking dreams
and transcendence.  I want to explore
the world of golden glowing men, seep
in their hidden secrets, so deep within the
softest spots of their homeland, feeling
their sensual breath blowing on my sauna
flesh, their fluid fingers tiptoeing
upon my excited and wild chests
and shoulders, a chamber of dazzling
desire, a wealth of pleasurable chemistry
and energy in synchronicity.  I am dangerously
in heat, charmed by their vigorous vessels,
their delectable segments and infinite
derivatives, enhanced integrals, vibrant
velocity and opulence, tremendously fine men
dripping with razzle-dazzle, brick blasting *****,
superbly made, powerfully veined *****,
an endless mountain of possibilities,
a volcanic explosion of ecstasy mesh
with tantalizing vibrations, so hip and ripped,
a steaming engine of amplifying smoke
reaching high depths.  Tonight, I am lost
in the resplendence of men, how they hold
so much supremacy and independence,
inventiveness and munificence, the magic
magnifying in their abs, a creamy craving dream,
a mouthwatering galaxy, full of burning verbs
and poetic lines, dynasty stanzas, planetary
perfection, men of many nationalities, men
of many shapes, sizes, and height, a mind-blowing
museum of worldwide masterworks.

I love you more than anyone could believe,
how I bask in your glittering great seas,
playing your loving melody on my chest,
listening closely, breathing in your sheer
rhythm, over and over, my eyes arriving
in your desirous night.  I love the smell
of your entranceway, how you undress
me with your astonishing work of poetry.
You reach into the depths of my world,
adding an array of passion across my abs,
holding your hands on my arms, sending
secret sparks on my interior.  Your mouth
moves around my neck, kissing and blowing,
writing your love notes on my heart like
a musical composer.  You make me rise
above Grand Canyon to embrace your
romance, to divide time by the power
of our souls merging, nourishing each other.

It’s hard to see you every day
without being able to have
an in-depth conversation with you.
I’m trying and trying to resist you,
but everything is all messed up.
Nothing is enough if you arent
loving and embracing me.

I see that you have found someone else.
I see that you are in so much love.
She gives you so much joy that keeps
you incessantly exploring her shore.
I peek through that open door of your soul even more,
and it’s clear that she has won your love.

I can only be strong from this point on.
I must keep in mind that life goes on.
I’ll be good as long as I stay awake.
I’ll love myself more and more each day.
I’ll take care of myself and catch a getaway.

I have come to the distant mountains
closest to the freezing shores of unknown
worlds to embrace the damaging mechanics
and fallen kingdoms, to listen to the shattered
seas as I scream out in pain, to feel the howling
breeze sift inside my skin, the cold shivering
system splitting me inside and out, tightened
and thickened, a raging slashed beat splintering
my feet.

I can see the bruised clouds in the skyline,
the suffering depth of it all, caged and sealed,
beaten and bleeding, a chilled rhythm gliding
on brokenness, as I step closer to the rising
waves, to inhale the crazed chemistry and
blazed biology, let it seep inside my world
and harden my heart, let its drumbeating
diction whirl within my dungeon, let the
belligerent verbs intensify and ignite inside
my mind.

I can see the buried trees and leaves drowning
in the mist, the bladed songs rumbling in the air,
lost in harmony and flight, diminishing without
little speech, an empty existence stuck
in bitter downbeats.

Last year my family and I traveled
to New York, the bursting bright
dreams in our light, the big apple
rooted inside our souls, the van
packed with immense suitcases
and heavy exhilaration.  

We were on the long road to a
new beginning of our life.  The
world we used to live in was filled
with endless moments of dragging days,
sweat stained fields riding our backs,
as we worked long breathless hours in
the scorching heat, feeling our flesh
burn to a smoldering defeat.  

And as we topped and suckered the
tobacco through the day, blistered
hands buried in blazing depths,
our swollen feet cramping and
struggling, waiting patiently for
a sweet escape.  

We thought it would always be
this way, every morning waking
up to the sounds of rattling tractors
and smoky engines, long draining
walks and dripping sweat rolling
down our cheeks, while we took
in the consistent cries of our lives,
letting the journey seep inside of us,
letting this world be our forever home.

Now as we stand on the grounds of
New York, the many fascinating people
passing by us in extreme excitement,
exquisite extravagances and designs,
towering buildings built of massive
strength and diligence, the Brooklyn
bridge standing majestically in the
distance overlooking the shimmering
scene, the Statue of Liberty rising
high in the sky like the tremendous
trees, like a distinguished nation.
And as we walk down the city
streets of Times Square and
breathe in the wonderful attractions,
golden glory and brightness, a
show-stopping entertainment racing
through our bodies, we welcome
our new home of various adventures,
a phenomenal place full of excellence
and taste.

We sit on the train, the past in our shadows,
slowly moving towards our next chapter in
life.  The sky is darkened blue and steady
changing.  The shimmering lights in our sight
are flashing a wave of new beginnings.

The vibrant crowd surrounding our way smile
in our direction and converses a little.  I look
at the melanin magic of your skin, how it enchants
my eyes and enlivens the radiance in my cheeks.

I can see a new life in you within me, the way you sit
positioned in your seat, the way your depictions
embodies the art of a gentleman, how a complex man
has defeated the odds to become a brilliant businessman.

I stare away from you into the vivid view encompassing me,
a pecan-skinned man gazing straight ahead out the window
at the blurred scenery passing his eyesight, while a middle
aged woman rummages through her purse, perhaps searching for her berry lipstick to bring back her youth, as a young mother and her daughter read a book named The Little Engine That Could, their hands fumbling through the soft surface of the pages.

I can see a young teenage boy playing on his smartphone like he’d
won the lottery, while an almond tanned woman around age twenty,
twirls her dark smooth hair looking at the others in her path, her deep glowing eyes lost in the magnificent beauty that possessed inside out, her twisting hips demanding praise amongst the masses.

I watch a couple of kids throw paper airplanes in the air, their eager
faces gazing at how far it hovers above them, how they burst out with bets and seeing who will be victorious in the end.  There’s a young athlete pressed against his char with his earphones in his ear, humming to The Weeknd’s song, Starboy.  I look back in your presence and slightly grin, my thin hands on the arm of your thighs, my heart on the surface of your inner existence.

I could’ve fallen inside your chamber of sizzling desires.  And kissed your lips until the daylight drifted away into the background, becoming a night of epic paradise.

The way your body travels
over me builds anticipation
within my veins, naughty thoughts
rising, my heartbeat accelerating,
steamy kisses and delicious wishes,
incredible rides, hot sensuous ***
on the horizon.  Your fingers dragging
down my spine, tingling sensations
streaming through my bones, my eyes
admiring every blossoming brushstroke
on your canvas, the dazzling colors
so still and perfect, a **** surface full
of electrifying energy.  I want to get lost
inside your dynasty of dancing ecstasy,
feel your glorious muscles move
in satisfaction as our bodies sink into the
unknown, inhaling the air around us
and every thrilling moment.