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Ingrid Murphy Jul 2019
It didn't happen all at once
First they took my mother
I didn't feel it
she'd already left

Then they took my brother
That was harder

Then they took my land
First the mountains and crags
the elbows, the knees
then the branches and roots
the arms, the legs
all of it gone
just like that

Then came the invaders, the gropers, the raiders
they took the rest
maybe the best
How would I know?
I didn't even know it was there
I'd no time to take an inventory
I'd never seen the place

And so I became a floating head
dead
mid-air

It didn't happen all at once
But pray tell me how
*******
is not the right response
Brent Kincaid Apr 2017
There is a major shortage
Especially in southern latitudes
That creates an insufficiency
Of any proportionate gratitude.
They don’t realize down there
That the 1970s gay rights fuss
Let issues of personal freedom
Come in from the back of the bus.

These noisy not-very-Christians
Should be standing up to cheer
Instead of ******* and moaning
Over copious bottles of beer
Because all of us are different
In many different secret ways
And if all their secrets came out
Their friends would be amazed.

The difference is that those,
The ‘be Godly on Sunday’ folks
Would be the sad punchlines of
Some fairly disgusting jokes.
The reason they are not making
******* look much more tame
Is they seldom admit out loud
And give their peccadilloes names.

They scoff at those born gay
And point their fingers at us
And use their faulty logic to
Pompously try to combat us.
It takes those of us who stand,
Who fit the profile of the plucky
To try to get across the point;
Bigots should think themselves lucky.

It’s a wonder that the news today
Of the gropers and the whorehounds
Those jerks elected to high office
Think they stand on moral ground
While many reverends are molesting
Blackmailing, cheating and conniving
And yet of hypocrisy by the righteous
News virtually never stops arriving.

Could it be that it is too much for them
To keep this self-righteous stance
Of watching those demanding freedom
And still looking at them askance?
Wouldn’t it be better if they all
Did what their pal Jesus really said
And get what the revivalist untutored
Greedy church liars out of their head?
#hypocrisy #self-righteous #lies #sneaks #smugness #poetry #kincaid
Wow! ! what an incredible phenomenon
Its miracles many have i seen
how it heals and seals
everything is invested
every word
every wound
time keeps a cave of light for the lost
the gropers in the dark
and a wind for the flames of now
a clap for the bent heads to lift up
a lap for the bruised
a slap for the brutal arms

you and i, dear, have to wade through its waters

remember
It's time! !

by santhosh kana
Travis Green Mar 2023
His ungovernable red-blooded thugness
Has me so incredibly ***-hungry
So crunk and punch-drunk
So hung up on his bang-up muscle-bound yumminess
Tall, macho, and chocolate baller
Saucy flawless hotness

He draws me into his crash-hot lava wonderland
Where his fierce sparkling charmingness enthralls me
He arrests me with his devil-red high-pressure entrancement
The way he makes me feel is so surreal
He finesses and possesses my homosexualness

Heats me deeply like a searingly hot furnace
I burn with intensifying passion
Relishing the remarkably extraordinary connection we share
The perfection of friction between our sensual dimensions
How he enslaves my gayness

His molten mind-blowing machoness
Makes me pine to drink his entireness
Like the rarest aromatic amaretto
Delve deep into his impressive depth of evocative exotic flavor
Noticeably dopalicious and lushalicious

Distinctive spicy showstopper
His salty and incomprehensible masculinity
Teases my delicate, pleasant feminineness
Has me longing to be forever close to his eye-opening
And glowing poeticness, bang into his unrivaled gangbuster domain

Envelop me in his dream streaming tempo
Of ****** carnal hotness, his catchy smashing magicalness
Let his deftly delectable gropers move
In slo-mo’ all over voluptuous, soft-looking flesh
Like a deadly majestic cobra

He makes me explode in the throes
Of his ferocious smoldering flowingness
****** me, use me, don’t play it cool with me
Make a move on me more and more
Let me be his naked and defenseless prey

Let him slay my sinfully sizzling sweetness
Feel him breathe up and down my back
Grab my tasty weighty melons
Dominate me exquisitely matchless crests
My rad savage Zaddy, with his massive savage Excalibur

I wanna slide it deep into my throat
Enrapture it, service it, worship it
Let him squeeze my nose tight
While he pushes his **** thick head
Further in my chamber of divine rainbow dreams

On my knees, ******* and licking his thickness
The way he swings it all around my face
Make me taste his heavy-duty tea bag
Got me so thrown off balance
With his radiant commanding splashiness

Let my hot and heavenly breath rest all over it
Devour his delicious dripping precum
Allow my tongue to experience every inch
Of his addictive, gripping turgescence
Take it up another notch, creep into his thoughts and feelings

Give him a killer lit thrill that gives him blissful liquid chills
Let my feelers slither from his shining king-size pecs
To his stellar hairy legs, console his toes, blow him again and again
Make him spill a rich amount of his magick stick milk
All over my cheerful, adventurous lips
Travis Green Mar 2023
I am hungry for his unfuckwithable monster pumper
To kiss and spit on the tip, to slide my tongue all over it
Go down on it to the base, slay his space, in his embrace
I taste his mad splashy grass, grab and mack with his sack
Place passionate rapturous kisses on his thick ripped thighs

Trace his shiny ankles, set his mind’s frame aflame
Blanket him in my majestically sexalicious homosexualness
Feast on his savory salacious takingness
Taste the nape of his thick, sun-kissed neck
In his captivating waves of radiant intoxicating elation

My gayness swaying with his straightness
My adventurously appealing lips touching
Every fraction of  his smashing masculineness
Grab his sturdy shimmering rear end
Let my gropers console his dopeness

Tune in to the musical, sensual rhythm of his heart and soul
My lustrous thuggish muscleman
My shareable honeyed treasure
My mind spins a thousand times the more
I embrace his devilish measureless incredibleness

Let him carry me to the most tender tempting dimensions
The more I play with his impressively hard snake
Let it dance and tantalize my tongue, devour my throat
Draw me deeper into his undoubtedly magical
And incandescent fire, make me submit to his brilliant
Wicked intriguingness, stare at his enticing, all-powerful splashiness

My fierce ecstatic smash, he brings me pure absolute joy
He lives in my dreams, a dynamic craveable sensation
That leaves me breathless again and again
Delightfully defined and shining delight
I wanna belong to his five-star disarming machoness

My pretty young stunner swirls me around and around
Renders me dizzy and squiffy, got me swimming
In his electrifying tide of lurid torrid hotness
Take in the unconquerably hypnotic and strong taste
Of his refined, satisfying enticingness

Feel how he awakens me more and more
As I explore his ardent uncharted starriness
Wanting to connect with his expressive selective majesticalness
Coalescing with the warmth of his wondrousness
I am absorbed by every part of his alluring and flourishing charm

I melt away into the blazing hot gates
Of his contagious breathtaking sensationalness
Never wishing to stop ******* on his intensely succulent lollipop
So amazed and carried away, merging with his muscularity
Deepthroating him passionately, ensnared in his ****** attraction

Beads of sweat build on my flesh
I relish every second he blesses me with his sexiness
Locked in the heartland of his steamy entrancing grandness
As he holds my head down on his firm serviceable turgescence
And spurts out his rude man fuel down the rollercoaster of my throat

I behold his potent mind-blowing showiness
Pining to be with him for a lifetime
Entwined in every ounce of his profoundness
My heavenly pleasurable Zaddy, there’s nothing sweeter
Than drinking down his glistening river
Of legit explicit slickness until I am replete
Travis Green Mar 2023
His masculinity is so dreamy, invincible, and shimmering to me
Everything that inflames my rare impassioned mind, body, and soul
He empowers and ignites my desires, makes me hanker to glide
In his mesmerizing midnight flame of sexually spicy
And enticing game, kiss him all over, pull him into me

Inhale his fresh sext smell, nibble on his thick tattooed neck
Place my brightly soft mouth on his luscious swelling pecs
Lay my head on his gleaming gingerbread brown abdomen
Feel his amazingly huge and smooth thighs, let my tongue
Creep up and down his long, macho legs, peck his bare rigid feet

Hold on to his super strong sausage, cherish and service it
Lick and kiss it, seize and tease it, make it my delicious
Treasured gift to eat up, to **** and lust for, to be corrupted
By its untouchable seductive thuggishness, feel his strongness
Move in my mouth, feel how it massages my jaws

I fall so in love with the way he stands before me
So tall, tasty, and treasurable, everything that makes a gay boy
So blazed and elated, so addicted to how he grooves with his coolness
Swing his dangerous desirable meat in my face, and I am weak
Stroke it with his glowing gropers while I behold his poetic
Smoking dopeness, put it back in my trap, let it mack with my throat

Let me choke while it composes its ferocious mind-blowing poetry
On the captivating roadway to heart and soul, make me wanna go
Makes me so gung-** about the way he sparks me with his magic
Potion, places me in a state of stupefaction with his steaming hot
Attraction, electrifying eye contact, meeting at the pinnacle
Of quintessential instrumental rhapsody, my mantastic savage Daddy

I love how he raps with my gaytasticness, it gives me a hard-on
With his ideal grippable thickness, squeeze my heavy lekker bouncers
Pinch my sexually aroused headlights, make me shine bright
Make me smile while I hear his immaculate passionate
Moans, savor him in the deepest parts of my vault

**** on his legit slick *******, lick it from side to side
Make him my wicked intriguing project to subject to an examination
Slide his banging man-sized jouncers on my hella wet tongue
Run them against the roof of my mouth, make love to my throat
Make me feel the relentless full strength of his immenseness

Cram his magically amorous handsomeness down my throat
Let his sensual sweet syllables stick to the surface
Of my deliciously lubricious lips, sheathe me  
In his lush, supple muscularity, rain his masterful, powerful game
On my ***** voluptuous frame, guide me in his indescribable
Uncivilized hurricane of rare thrashing passion

Make me acknowledge his acknowledge the astonishingness
Of his firm swirling machoness, my splashy hard-*** Zaddy
I am so drawn to his flexing raw bone, how he locks me
In his flawless top-drawer sauciness, makes my heartbeat jump
The more I rivet my eyes on his monstrous nutty chocolateness

I have never encountered such a wild *** kryptonite like him before
In my life, never felt so tender towards a sensual heaven-sent gem
Like him before, so wild about his tight *** charm, how he wows me
Makes me so trippy, lit up on the acid, crashing to his bedazzling
And cracking majesty, floating in his air of perfectness

Within spitting distance of his charismatically velvety Splendiferousness, so **** ******* whipped, trapped
In his mantuary of fierce immersing rapturousness, give him
Slamming head, cause him to climb to a mad hot ******
As he sprays my face with his tasty love mayonnaise
Cyclone Dec 2019
Scolding the emboldened votes polling, the golden child, just was rolling wild, while proud, look through the files seen his crooked smile, we shall, embrace the smiling face with styles of taste, all through the city it's a pity that we only chase, for base, and so the youth will think the flukes the truth, in booths abuse the juice to boost our proof to groups of scoops, I'm loose, in the projects shooting loops of hoops, then scampered, below the bleachers, cause I'm just camper, poorly pampered, who wants to tamper with the poor bystander social class, we're seen as mediocre jokers, gropers finish last, I gasp, and tried to grasp what was hard to grab, the golden child with his confidence not lost to jabs, it's sad, to watch a little person go for his, while all his peers lost they years, selfish delves in rear, and though we're here, now we're history, misery, while his jittery, glitters the, LIBERTY.

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