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Marshall Gass Apr 2014
Banked up against a terraced mountainside
photogenic pristine rows
of blasting green
rows of manicured waterways
with two buffaloes treading ballet-like
between squelching mud and green shoots
the paddy fields stayed buoyant
all season through.

Come harvesting time
and thrashing the sunburied ripe
tendrils of husk and seed
along threshing traffic wheels
the husk sought divorce from
the long tongued long grained
wives -and parted ways.

Soon the pudding spent its silky smooth sexiness
on a plate of punchy aromatic costumes
that invaded the senses and palate
in sensual smoothness. Oh my!

Ricebowl pudding
of the worlds staple.

Author Notes
Gluttony beckons just now!
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Nat Lipstadt Aug 2013
Dog Tired, Bone Tired, Dead Tired.

all in, beat, bored, burned out,
bushed, done in, drained, drooping,
exhausted, ******, fatigued, fed up, flagging,
just about had it, indifferent, knocked out,
out of gas, pooped, punchy,
ready to drop, spent, taxed,
wearied, wearing, wiped out, worn out
plain old zonked.

there are only two words, for which there are no precise, exact, synonyms.  

To mind, they flash instantly,
For they are the constants in the equation of life.

Love

Responsibility


Man, can they make you tired!

But they are constants, so we accept and pray for ourselves
To accept them both with

Equanimity.

5:45am
August 24th 2013
equanimity
— noun

mental or emotional stability or composure, especially under tension or strain; calmness; equilibrium.

This poem should get the honorific of First Poem of the Day,
But as a constant, it cannot be defined by a unit of time
Nat Lipstadt Oct 2023
doing the heavy lifting

picking up my emaciated heart,
letting the rest of my wilting body
tag along qualifies, but is not the
heavy lifting referenced above.

we all have a meeting, the bits and
pieces, the bobs and keepsakes
that constitute my mien, a constitutional
convention of 13 colonies that raucous
write of burdens, of freedoms, with wild
inspirations and cold political calculations

this combining document hoping to topstitch
my reeling mind and deteriorating physic,
to write words of hopeful praise but rising
to a world that is baking in hatred into fabric
and tissue, and that is the heaviest lift of all

Sunday morning, coffe-d, somewhat rested,
a full day planned, and a Mike Message says
it’s me that does the heavy lifting and I know!
he knows! the displaced state of my mind, and
the hardened ache of writing with fresh hope,
when there is so little, that it is lost in the litter
of endlessness of a world gone, not going,
mad~insane and murderers are
illogically celebrated,
and yet here I am punching words on my
AM Morning Punch List of worthy words
available that aid us needy for repair & yet
might move us together to a state of full repair;  
but I am punchy from trying, to find words
themselves that require do not require, a
truth washing,
a new word recleansing
and


    (
they put the load right on me),

and naïf-not, see the troubles ahead and get
me more paper to add to the list of lists of
worldly worrisome words that are heavy
lifting of the world as it is but know I weep as
I write this for not in my possess the light airy
words, the wordsmith is crushed neath the weight of


tonnage of human word-lessened-ness

Sunday Morning
Oct 22 2023
9:02am,
writ in a singed single cry
Serendipity Sep 2019
She was crisp in Autumn's wind.
Definite lines of beauty
set in stone,
on pavements filled
with leaves.

Her skin is cinnamon sprinkled,
and her oh just as punchy.

She was scented with spice,
her presence never a shadow
or mango-mangled mixture.
It was definite,
it was there.

She was there.
Nat Lipstadt Aug 2014
Dog Tired, Bone Tired, Dead Tired.

all in, beat, bored, burned out,
bushed, done in, drained, drooping,
exhausted, ******, fatigued, fed up, flagging,
just about had it, indifferent, knocked out,
out of gas, pooped, punchy,
ready to drop, spent, taxed,
wearied, wearing, wiped out, worn out
plain old zonked.

there are only two words, for which there are no precise, exact, synonyms.  

To mind, they flash instantly,
For they are the constants in the equation of life.

Love

Responsibility

Man, can they make you tired!

But they are constants, so we accept and pray for ourselves
To accept them both with

Equanimity.

5:45am
August 24th 2013
Completely struggling to write, so reposting this on it's first anniversary.
Olivia Kent Dec 2015
Won't care,
Can't care,
Whatever you say.
Rebel to the rotten core.
Bad apple.
Fell from the tree.
Pick up your guitar.
Beat it and play.
You,you kick her down.
Up, she jumps.
Stubborn mule.
Shirt thrusts and punchy.
Making a crust.
Rock beats and rivals.
Eternal survivor.
Battle weary.
Wearing storms.
Iron chains.
Stilettos.
Tattoos and diamonds.
She's just earning a lunch.
Living and loving.
Love ever after.
Beaten eggs and memories.
Rotten heart over done.
From the gutter up she leaps.
Darkest secrets always kept.
She's the rebel
Who hasn't got a clue.
Motor mouths and morons.
Knows just what to do.
Long way down the list.
Onwards and upwards with flick of her hips.
Hair long and fluffy curled over her *******.
She'll party forever.
Unstoppable.
Heart strings and catgut.
Eternity's rock chick in the purplest haze.
(c)LIVVI
Michael W Noland Jul 2013
When William walked
They stayed in pace

And when William stopped
They backed away

Williams women knew their place

They prepped the food
They cleaned his place

They shined his shoes
And shaved his face

But oh Williams worth
Was a wayward lot

Dampened darkly
Away and aloft

Sparkly hamperings
In the trunk of his car

Scampered starkly
Alone in the dark

So far far and away
They exclaim

Oh Billy!

Ol'***** has his fame
Flames but to his back
As he walks away

Really just another *****
A wiley killer killen em
Wily nily willing or not

He's lovey dovey
Shovey punchy

Always feelin hot

When with his silly thoughts
He sees the holes in their knots
And gets off on their thoughts

For the love of the pop
The pop of the ma-gotts

Sopping mind rot
He gets it alot

And when he stops
He froths throbs
Weaves and bobs
Wheezes and sobs

Then sneezes and hes off

To either burn a stable
Or poison a troth

Severe a cable
Or just turn it all off

Offering lovelessness
Amidst pimps

For he is the way

The way of the worlds
Lawful in his lawlessness

He is the glint
Of the harbinger

The bringer of depth

The flint
Of the match maker

Closer to per-fect
Claire Walters Aug 2015
Thirteen hour drive
Straight through
There was no turning back
Time for a whole family vacation
We were tired
We were punchy
We were a mess
We were headed to Michigan
Where the weather is always indecisive
Where the birds are always talking
Where the people are always smiling
Where the lakes and rivers are always flowing
Where the boats are always running
Where the bikes are always moving
Where I am at peace
To hear the water crash softly
To see the seagulls fly so gracefully
To feel the damp rock in your palm
To taste the sweet air
To smell the swaying trees
It's Michigan
It's miss ya again
And it's gonna be missed
10w
My vibes are alive, plentiful and punchy like roller-coasters
Kado MacMurphy Feb 2017
but i,
should have killed 4, 500 of 'em
and it would have made me feel better,
if ya slap me in the face,
ssst
what do u think i would do next,
should have,
if u want to ****,
killing you, then **** me
smoke ya blood choke grip,
ssstupid,
mask and i am punchy,
punch me
benefit sexually,
ssssst
mental demise blood-oil eyes of the halls of Amenti,
tiles a'slick'd,
and ethereal,
where have i seen this before,
in a dream, could it be, this inanimate,
what am i to do with,
this man inside the cage,
i am another suicide,
constellation suicide,
lost sensory distortion
struck the key-match,
movin thru spirals,
never angles,
thru spirals, into you
i know you,
i like your style kid,
locked on ur mind linked up jacked in,
thats not me, im not on,
pill for ,
criminal patsy assassins,
dont ask me,
i fake sleep at night.
Chris Love Apr 2016
My flickering love,
My twitching eye,
My punchy effort,
My stuttering words,
My sadness,
Everyone's sadness,
I'm wondering,
Our Candle never wilts.


A stare of thoughts,
A distant star,
A parallel universe,
A focusing telescope,
A soul mate,
Another dimension,
Of our love,
Our Candle becomes a sun.


Your energy sparks,
Your teary eyes,
Your on my mind,
Your out there,
Somewhere,
Existing,
Never again extinguishing,
Our Candle.
Robin Carretti May 2018
Rev it up
revelations
Poems
I am starting to heat
Like a sweet ***
The thirst to quench
The sun stays never to be
switched
Like a birth
glowing rich
The procreation bloom

Egyptian words
Do they really need more room?
((One Day Creation))

575 Haiku 24/7
A spiritual touch
of the Rumi
Kabuki
Whom he?
Through me
His poem
Knew my assumptions?
Run around  to Sue-me__
Mooney Cafe George
Clooney

5-Loves too many?
7-Moves money talks
5-Doves peek woo
Love me do
You know
I love Poems
More than you

Loves five fire tribe
and words enlight
The punchy resolution
That's your flight
Shes higher love doves
He craves all her words

((Divination))

To resist the
temptation
Fruit punch someone
got a hunch
One Stanza not a bunch
The Nutcracker Ballerina
Italian Archetypal Piza

Celestial Poems
Mystical poetically
loved
Hierarchy of her
poem potent
well-fit glove
Such words to build
Strength with
dignity such a rarity
Her patience deep set
With such potency
The Republicans or
Democrats
Higher than the Penthouse
or wearing ballet flats
Poems need to be heard
Robin-joy to the world
Double breasted
he's suited

Please no copycats
Poems cheek to cheek
The dancer true
romancer every
poem week
Fred Astaire
Madame and
Monseir fresh
baguette
Poem goes deeper
then the crust of bread
Don't underestimate
the difference
How words can
make lives change

The world so
Parametric
We are all
Programmatic
Poems and loves platonic
Shakespearian force
With style and
gravity
Meet her sexuality
Make the transition
The sonnet sailing
Fourteen lines
Let's not get greedy
((With All Assumptions))
Not to be disturbed
please no interruptions
Poems are our lives
You wear the crown
Leave them
unwanted ones
for the class clown
What poems are about they can be classified as a lot of things. This is not the diamond district or the red district poems are important and basic instinct so precious her heart hearing the right words with no interruptions. And not many assumptions. Perhaps this word of revelations we all need to hear our poems the best communication
Isaac Ramiro Jul 2014
What should my first short story be.

Kid loses his ball...

Being a bad person before I’m good...

Venturing out onto a tall ship to sail…

These are adventures, yet none of them are calling to me.  So..

I paste and type, I grab and hold on to every word ever so tightly

What if I’m bad

What if I’m good

These are the two are having conversations in my head

While I trickle words down on to the page

Each letter getting slowly backspaced

Yet I still keep going even though, I should be negative

I’m done for now,

getting up to get some coffee.

See you in a few, says the excuses




The rhymes are over for now, they have gone to rest

Just the prose is left, and even he wants to go, but like an annoying house he stays

Not letting him have peace or space  

I keep writing the little words hoping the weight of them grows,

Do I have a thumb for this, Can the greats hear me,

My call forth, into the dark, telling them I’m here.  

Only time and my punchy little fingers floating down the river of this keyboard can tell

Here, I roar, if ever so silently.  Here I am.

Here’s my bow.  

Signed,
Isaac Ramiro
Travis Green Nov 2023
His extraordinary muscles are
So **** as ****
He makes me erupt
Has me so love-struck
By his hunky punchy thugness

Charming ****** hair
Full, feelable, and kissable lips
Bewitching obsidian eyes
Striking eyebrows
He has my brain overflowing
With glowing dreams
Of his shimmering brilliance

He brings me sensuous satisfaction
With his matchless perfection
I want him to caress me all over
Envelop me in his immaculate attractiveness
Let me feel his dopeness
In my heart and soul

Behold him unclothed
Hold on to me as he goes deep inside me
With his macho pole
Control me with his bold stroke motion
Make me cry out loud

Give me an indescribable high
Guide me into his shining delight paradise
Light my fire, feed me his unbridled passion
Breathe his handsomeness into me
Let his robust scent fill
The veiled recesses of my mind

Arrest me, impress me, finesse me
Please don’t let me go
Press his ***** lips against mine
Get wild with me
Like a night of heavy drinking
Like there’s no tomorrow

Make my body tremble
With keen pleasure
Put me in an exceedingly magnetic trance
Swirl my senses
Send shooting sparks
Of blazing hot magic
Through my gay world

Brand his manly art
All over my hot, lush body
He is like a dangerous, untamed wildfire
Burning on the surface of my structure
His seductive stare smolders me

He steadily enters my inner flaming chamber
Obliterates me with his throbbing magic wand
Clambers to his pleasure crescendo
Blows his steaming hot load
In my velvet rainbow factory
Of delectable homosexuality
Mike Essig May 2015
Poetry tells the truths
that cannot be told
but must be told
the kind that hit
you hard and leave you
punchy with grace.

~mce
Oh Sarah so sweet, oh Sarah so fair
          With you're languid green eyes
            And you're silky blonde hair
          When you hit town
          The boys better beware
           Short **** dress
            And made up face
            With you're punchy manner
             And feline grace...
            And that " oh so innocent"
                Look on you're face...
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose

zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes

siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep

tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap ****** lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,

know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate

and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,

whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,

thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching cellular skein to capacitance

bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2020
i just can't get rid of the moths...
5 for one bedroom
and... it's hardly an enterprise
in cubisms' revisionism...
daddy larva -
should i leave some
cotton for these poor
delights...
                  am i riddled with
a western "world" exhausted...
like... the pops of no new
genius?
  like polyphony was never
at play:
   when the rigour of man
made it: less of an affair that might
suggest green tea
and the superfluous
fling of a pancake at
a constellation of: nowhere...
  a crucial time for messiahs
and for caricatures...
magicians and iranian baklava bite-sized
retreats...
  not necessarily iranian:
could be lebanese!
       it's not like this grand past,
this grand history...
this inheritance tax on the mind
was to be ever borrowed from
a concentration on the trade
routes surrounding the baltic sea...
i... inherited... nada! nothing!
i acquired english when i should
have given inclination
to tsarina cyrillic and minor hector
mandarin...
       it's so unsurprising, though...
to catch up on the bbc radio 3 adventure...
to reach a platitude of i.q.:
i finally! finally!
fathomed the point of an english
soap opera... eastenders...
i didn't find an i.q. focus to mind...
a continuum perhaps...
but it has and always has been
just... ever so tiresome...
to compensate i.q. -
or to overstate it...
             it's not that i found soap opera
dumb... but after waking up
to bbc radio 3... i knew i was missing
a narrative: an assurance...
a soap opera is an assurance...
however banal the pursuit of harlequin
is...
it's there: a persistent brick upon brick:
wall!
      well... it's one compliment to hear:
that children "like" you...
that dogs or cats like you...
but... for god's sake... moths?!
i am not quiet assured a status in alignment
with a buffalo bill...

so much for nabokov
and the whole ****** and the entomologist /
etymologist...
catch them with what?
my bright oozing bulb of a phosphorescent
appreciation for the punchy cliche
goldberg variations?

to be honestly endeared by a dog...
to be made forthcoming
by a quizzical attention span of cats toying
with poker...
      but to make endearing
inquiries in the realm of insects...
who... fathomed... the flies...
a mythological man with an authentic
given name that came to be
the realisation of the myth of Beelzebub...

well... so much for sharing...
on the crux of a noun... like any other...
be it a moth... motte... ćma...
or a butterfly... schmetterling... MOTYL...
globalisation and...
well... no real etymological sensibility....

not even in sharpnel wording:
    in: w,
               im...
                        z: with, mit
o: about, um...
                      od: from, von...
so much for a shared purpose a sharing
of tattoos and ******* blisters...
like old age is a crease...
and youth an argument...
best invested in pickles...

                the ordeal of the night sky...
while having to grind a gripping
reality of something profoundly
stupid that it cannot be anything beside
stupid...
         a concept of a solitary pine...
when a pine as solitary is
impossible to fathom:
or a birch thus solo...

        an oak: while the adventures
of birches have come to their
natural advent of regrets...
           and this solo coffin shadow come
noon stans procrastinating a
show of shadows borrowed from
an overflow of the Styx...

Thames: a river... with... no authentic
tide: from mountains toward
the sea...
no... the Thames is an inauthentic river...
if it's a river to begin with...
a sea knows a concern for tide...
but a river?
a river should know no mirror
bogus "now" of a tide...
the Thames is like the Bermuda Delta...
an irrational high-rise ****...
enough to pluck one's eyes
out for...
   or don a sheikh hanky panky teasing
that 19th century morbid whitey
of celestial: wool! my eyes! needs! woolz!

some banal Clarice chasing a hunchback
Circe with a Charon towing...
impossible gravity of walking a stupendous
walk of arrogance:
this two-feet-tow...
my bucktooth and arithmetic:
theatre von der nacht:
lepper zeppelin -
   authentically lisping minor details:
an accent "here" or... "dasein"...

teatr nocy...
               ćma i jej obcy:
a moth and her other...
              like some proto-digestion
of custard and borrowed glue...
me left to my own: deus "ex" machina /
**** in machina device-works...
a concept of switzerland came
with both the tickling time-keeper
of a form of clock and some lesser
known 20th century protagonist
by the name of Young...

                  persuasions please!
i can leave my i.q. on the diatribe for
the persistent allowance
of the desired... "englishness" of:
queue...
            bread the brittle futurism of
a sanctity of bread:
beside this "thing" dubbed irish...
and gnats and breadcrumbs...
itches furthest from the last
encompassing loiter...
of a truth salvaged via
a tartare steak...
a kogiel-mogiel...

                  a bread-owned soaking
up of a spilling yoke:
like it's a french... "thing"...
teasing an affair of a wig...
best: warsaw will forever be...
an interlude of:
the concept question from
london toward tokyo...
i.e.: why can't we have nice things...
answer?
we... ahem... never had them...
we tried... vaginal ****-wit
from Brandenburg or that ****-****-wit
from lady muscovite...

here's to samson-frankenstein's monster...
the furore surrounding
the faroe islands...
the 20 thousand(s) composition
of the shetland:
united schkootland repose:
'aggis neeps 'n' tatties!

enough salz undz pfeffer
und we have haz ours...
hinderburg-esque hogmanay!
of the british:
not lived among the vilsh...
or the scuttling furore of the:
'igh 'anders...
          
cutie pie pork chop
worth a *******'s towing:
that last vanguard of / if:
              "too few"...

no... no good lending an ear
to listen to "shared": charred...
etymology of greek or russian...
London's desperate plight:
*** ordeal that never has to happen...

there have to be concerns
for calling it a new 9am...
just because it just so happens
in Edinburgh...
  there's the chopping of wood...
there's the ordeal of castratos
attired in niqabs...
the harems of the ottomans are
still a fetish for imagery best
sourced in Vienna...

            to worship the night:
is to find enough of day...
as sacrificial:
as banal... as enough...
to think with an exhaustion
of compensation:
     it's not that i dare not: dream...
but it's not enough to dream
to begin with...
i will harvest this eternal night...
to eat away at the day's
mediocre...
              mirror mirror...
             your wish for status lake...
i see no question-worthiness
in either sea or river...
how is it that i write
to fathomable formal linguo?
                  mirror in the shadow...
mirror in the lake...
murky time of river
and the hiding grey of the sea(s)...
come tide come swelling of
hinterland ambitions...
this little norse retreat of my
last perspective...
            perhaps i just want
to die a death pronounced by
having to don an agitating
pair of shoes: that demand...
towing a scenic incredulity of
a miser's mile?!

         how's that? roundabout
faroe isles! an itch of spreading butter
on... toasted bread:
notably a sourdough crusted:
new holborn sort of "adventure"...
no.. nothing new...
here's to drinking some more
while making it simultaneously
well-reserved ast having
the same inviting prospect of...
looking for:
a loot of a shakespeare and a full-stop.
Travis Green Oct 2023
He pervades me with unadulterated jubilation
With his penetrating gaze
Amaze and obliterate me
Blaze and captivate me
Examine and incarcerate me

Communicate with me
With his titillating voice
Feel his fervent adoration
Flow through my creation
Vacation in his breathtaking landscape
Of contagious enchantment

Feel his hands scan
My young, yummy pumpkins
Rub my ***** ends
Let me feel his delicious thickness
Grasp with ensnaring
Of his massive spheres

Let his spectacularness
Surface in my perception
Immerse myself in his protection
Feel his wave of blazing heat
That leaves me speechless

Sweeps me off my feet
Has me so strung out
On his high-octane alcoholic concoction
I wanna have hypersonic
Homosexual *** with him

Body-to-body massage
Rock me, shock me
Squeeze me, tease me
Make me hella punchy
So lovestruck by his
Hunky sultry thugness

His hotness is too strong
For me to resist
He is like a ravenous predator on the hunt
Entering me deep and hard
Crush my inner depths

Make my limbs scream intensely
Melt in his web
Of red-hot, rapturous romance
Like cinnamon toast
With silky, creamy butter and tasty honey

Hop on his throbbing lollipop
Make me feel his hydraulics in heavy rotation
Ram my ample naked cakes
Bathe me in his exhilarating sweat
Slather my matchless masterpiece
With his leaky sticky toothpaste
Travis Green Dec 2022
Your fiery electrifying style
Makes my head spin
Makes me punchy
Your hunkiness encompasses me
When your fun-loving
And jumping crunkness
Runs through my sweetly perfumed tunnel

Make me hear your alluring voices
In my deepest mind
Feel your juicy rock-solid pecs
Your magically eye-catching abs
Your moist, limber arms envelop
My **** celestial flesh

Hairy vigorous big hitter
Your hard warm hands
Touch my lovely, vulnerable *****
I feel your push your slick sexing *******
Deep in my ***** guts

Make me feel your boundlessly
Stupendous energy
Feel you torture my core
Bang me in every prominent salient angle
Hold my legs wide open

****** your dangerously badass muscle into my innerness
Grasp my throat, kiss me intensely
Make me swirl in your sexually arousing storm
Feel my world crash and burn
For your unconquerable sauciness

Feel your blazing radiant manliness
Penetrate my wetness
Make me holla while you collar
My mind, body, and soul
Give me your breeziness and splashiness

Move your bright, appetizing lips
All over my silken sweet thighs and legs
Listen to my oohs and aahs
How you captivate, nail, and rescale
My tastefully stretchable vessel

Make my heartland come apart
Demolish my homoness
Make me fantasize about
Your red-hot legendary entrancingness
Gaze deep into my large lovestruck eyes
As you take over my desirableness

Make me lose it when you get rude with it
Don’t play with it, **** it up
Make my seductive structure shudder
Make me feen for your supremeness
To be in the wicked keen extremities
Sinful soul-stirring litness

Feel my existence become detached from reality
While you grab my attention
Do damage to my sexiness
Rock my wondrous softness
Let me swim into infinity
With your transcendently sensual and steamy dreaminess

Put it on me extra sexually
Let me feel your sizzling sting
Feel your untamed banging hurricane
Terrorizing my domain
Rove through my heart and soul

Make me so bowled over by
Your dope-*** showiness
I hanker to see your perspire
See you stare at me wildly
Take me higher into the night

Poke me, smoke me, rope me
Into your crash-hot popping potency
Keep your huge veined hands
On my alluringly splendid body
Deconstruct my puzzle

Shock my nerve cells
Capture me in your impassioned, smashing majesty
Bust your luscious **** milk
In the iridescent, picturesque waves
Of my impressive inner space
Travis Green May 2023
His inviting brown eyes
Has me so stuck on his seductiveness
So in love with his robustness
Hungering for him for a month of Sundays
My unfuckwithable kissable big hitter

I crave to lay with him, taste him
Trace his handsomeness with my hands
Stroke his imposing shoulders
Peck his shredded treasured pecs
Nuzzle my nose against his dope abs

Let him catch my attention
Finesse my dimension
Test my limits, undress my existence
Caress my heavy headsets
Graze my pebbled crests

Amaze my **** ***
Make me dazed and inebriated
So infatuated with his straightness
Hot toned muscles for days
That has my foundation ablaze

My unshakable irreplaceable sensation
His erotically appealing and lingering kisses
Blisses me out, makes me check him out
Fills me with an indescribable desire
As I admire his high-powered divine empire

His hissing hot heat bewitches me
His hunky punchy thugness is
The hottest and sauciest sight
That thunderstrikes my life and dreams
Matchless splashiness on the brain

I am so lost in thought when I marvel
At his statuesque attractiveness
His masculineness makes me feel
So blasted and ecstatic
So daft about his mad rad craft

Take off his gleaming green jeans and gaudy boxers
******* his salty slick stick
Give it a long luscious lick
Kiss and tease the tip
**** his zappy clappers

Let him plunge its hung *** gun deep into my throat
Make me choke and glow
As he picks up the pace
Spit in my face, regulate my space
Make me capitulate to his captivatingness

Groan in great exhilaration
Make me feel venerated
Spray his ******* juice
All over my rich kissy lips
And fancy silky peepers
Travis Green Nov 2023
His super-hot long ****
Brings me colossal enjoyment
Charms me to the core
Makes me love him more
Explore him in all his glory

Revel in his impeccable presence
Check out how it swells
And derails my concentration
Takes my breath away
With the way he strokes
His love muscle of crushing devastation

With a striking sky-high build
Strong chocolate thighs
Long charming legs
Bite his lips
Admire his thickness

Blow my mind
Ignite my fire
Deprive me of speech
Make me weak in the knees
With the way he slaps
His slick shaft in his palm
Has me lost in thought

Trapped in his awesome sauce
Such an assertive stare
Thighs opened wide
****, he runs through my mind
Jackin’ and smoking
Glowing and flashy as ****

His pole hangs so long
He has me so hung up
On his ruggedly gangbuster thugness
Makes me spontaneously combust
The more I lust for his tough stuff
His suckable *******

My mad hot mandingo maestro
My unstoppable, rock-solid charmer
He excites my senses
Has me fenced in by his dreamy supremeness
Makes me wanna eat him up
Like silky finger-licking chicken
Like pecan banana bread

Smell his ****, incontestable manliness
All over my delectable chestnut-brown flesh
Arrest and finesse me, astound and impress me
Shake it in my face, dominate me
With his action-filling glistening swizzle stick

**** it vigorously, turn up the volume of his moans
Make me punchy as a *******
Lit up with love, mad crushing on a ****
As he busts a monster nut
That makes me hunger to swallow it all
And fall under his thrall
Travis Green Sep 2023
His visually appealing irresistibleness
Bewitches me, makes me wanna hold on to him
Take in his macho demeanor
His enrapturing vocal charm
Taste his dazzlingly attractive splashiness
His full, sensual lips

Gaze into his velvet iridescent eyes
See him in my mind
Feel his sturdy hands all over me
Marvel at his cosmic charm
My crash-hot chocolate chap
My immaculate debonair splash

I am so enticed by his punchy style
His untouchable hunky masculinity
My life is meaningless without him
I desire him for hours on end
Lost in absorbing thoughts
Of his extraordinarily appealing gorgeousness

Caught up in his inexorable enchantment
He sends me into a pleasure-induced trance
Has me hammered by infatuation
Inhale his breathtaking fragrance
Feel his hypnotically hard-hitting hotness

Surge through my inner earth
Swallow my homoness
With his sparkling dark eyes
Catapult me closer
To his incomparable surface allure

Conquer the core of my existence
Render me in a mystical dimension
Where I can crash at his glimmering rapture manturary
Feel every ounce of his astounding power
Succumb to his seductively stunning succulency
No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed

madding crowd of carolers singing,
where mine sinking spirits ceased
rising today December 18th, 2020
analogous how unleavened bread
(i.e. matzo) lacks yeast.

I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy (Etsy) as add a pose

zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes

siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy, plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep

tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap ****** lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,

know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller wannabe at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate

and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,

whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance

sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching consumer cellular
skein to capacitance

bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
Travis Green Mar 2022
His beautifulness bewitches me
His masculine, tempting, and sensuous lips gives me replenishment
His sweet, perfumed, and playful kisses make me grip his body tighter
My sensations swell, my senses are frenzied
I look into his deep glowing eyes
Seeing splashy designs that make me pine to dive inside his time
Hunky, punchy, beaming brilliantly

I ache to navigate his electrifying landscape
Discover my sole purpose within him
Find seamless sheer strength within him
I want to touch the infinite extremes of his mind
Thrill his transcendent temple
Revel in his supereminent resplendent kingdom
Let his serene tender love run down my throat
While I float on his poetic soul boat

Linger in his stream of spinning sensual slow jams
Arrive at his sleek flashing gate of paradise
Where he drapes my body in peerless passionate creations
I am bursting with blissful happiness
My head bops to the booming breathtaking beat
Of his brilliant, beguiling body
His masculinity brimming with bold, bountiful bounce
The brevity of his heavenly words melt
Inside my mouth, generates a sticky pool of sweetness
On my hands silky smooth surface

He carries my heart to the sta
I carry his enchantment, his romantic ambiance
His amorous manliness within the heart of my treasure chest
He is my scintillating stimulating sailor
That directs me to eccentric gleaming dreams
That immensely attracts my attention
He moves me in the sightly stellar sea
Where his intoxicating dancing waves
Engulf my wondrous wholeness
Travis Green May 2023
He is the hottest prominent top dog
Dipped in rich, delicious chocolate
A sweet tasty treat that thrills me
That completes and teases me
That has me so soft on his astonishingly
Red-hot and prominent awesome sauce

Such an entrancing man with adventurous stupendous dreams
A tender, reverent enchanter
Every time I am in his unprecedented heavenly presence
I find myself so obsessed
With his delectavle kissable freshness

I crave to taste him, kiss him, lick him
Probe him, smoke him, roll with him
My hairy cherry-merry rarity
Tall, suave, and sparkling
I am so in love with his confidence and machoness

He enters and murders my submerged mind
Got me fantasizing about him all the time
Got me blushing and lusting
For his hunky punchy robustness
He rivets my attention

Makes me feen for our dimensions
To cling to each other
To love one another for months on end
I long to kiss his yummy lips
Rub his alluring and flourishing beard

Immersed in his tenderness
I stare into his deep dark chocolate eyes
And he blows my mind
I will do anything for a timeless shining diamond like him
Listen to his endless winsome words

They melt my heart, touch my soul
Make me float on air as he strips me bare
Has me so attached to his unmatched debonair attraction
Make me hanker for him to fold me
In his long muscular arms, and never let me go
Travis Green Dec 2021
In the twinkling translucent sky
I see your heavenly inviting beauty
Drawing me in proximity to your powerfulness
Your slimness is a supreme sight in my milky black eyes
You got me so punchy on your hunky hypnotic existence
I could down your astoundingly intoxicating cocktail
Of greatastic, galvanizing magic
I ascend in your ebullience

I go into spasms when you ****** the source of my soul
You make my world move substantially
You got me so confused; you are my muse
You delectate my nation
You overheat my body
I can’t gain ground if you aren’t around
Your vibrantly warm brown skin
Feels so pleasurable to caress

You are so dramatically dapper
Your tattoos are incredibly inviting
To lay on his commanding chest
And embrace the undefined passion
That burns brightly like a menacing fire in the night
I want to hold your smoothly powerful hips
Reach inside your pants
And stroke your spectacular Excalibur
Until you shoot your sexalicious salad dressing on my fingers
Travis Green Nov 2023
His hypnotic macho dopeness is
So stunningly yummy
With a hunky worshipful structure
A punchy style
A sun-kissed smile

Lovingly **** eyes
That blows my mind
Dreamy eyebrows
Enticing upper lip hair
Pierced ears, sheer immersiveness
Unrivaled badassery

My top-grade brazen romancer
My fascinating flame
He has me so totally infatuated
With his dope boy swag
Incomprehensibly splashy

He makes my heart beat faster
When he enters my gay world
Turns me on with his masculine charm
Makes me pine to collide
With his shining entireness

Take hold of my glowing
Mocha chocolate body
Drink down his magic potion
From his unfathomably massive ocean
Of red-hot passion

Feel his badass Excalibur in action
Feel him deep in my sweetness
Make me wet and weak
Render me unable to speak
**** me vigorously
While I become deliriously happy

Make me moan extensively
Shimmer like a majestic sunset
Wrap his long, flawless arms around me
Give me what I need
Make it nasty, Daddy, as I cling to him
To feel his dominant energy

Dive a thousand times
Into his towering, tantalizing realm
Of ****** iridescent magneticness
He speaks to me indefinitely
He is inside me, devouring me
Overpowering me, all in my guts

****, he gives me a rush
Slicks my bit **** with his spit
Has me so blitzed on his stellar ****
So hard against my walls
He rocks my body constantly

Touches me so deeply
Sexes me in every position
That has me calling his name
Feel his flaming frame
Forging with my core

He is so dangerously appetizing
A shot of ***** and tonic
Traveling in my system
His fingertips trace my naked skin
Sets my imagination ablaze
Aching to be one with him

Drill every inch of his thickness
Further in my innerness
Pound me relentlessly
Squeeze my humongous love muffins
Make me convulse frenziedly
Reach his peak intensity
Pump my man *****
Full of his hot, sticky love juice

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