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Julian Mar 2019
Tantalized by the fractious limerence of a vestigial habiliment of the old order, we conclude that hypertrophy leads to a limbo where random permutations alloyed by the rickety limits of concatenation subsume concepts that are equivocal but populate the imaginations of newfangled art forms that jostle the midwives of rumination to lead to unique pastures that are intuitively calibrated to correspond to definitive unitary events in conceptual space that sprawl unexpectedly towards the desultory but determinative conclusion of a meandering ludic sphere of rambunctious sentiments cobbled together to either rivet the captive audience or annoy the peevish criticaster when they dare to inseminate the canvassed and corrugated tract of intellectual territory created ad hoc to swelter the imagination with audacious ingenuity that is an inevitable byproduct of lexical hypertrophy. In this séance with the immaterial realm of concept rather than the predictable clockwork reductivism of a perceptual welter that is limited by the concretism circumscribed by spatiotemporal stricture we find that an extravagant twinge of even the smallest tocsin in the interstitial carousel of conscientious subroutines compounding recursively to pinprick the cossetted smolder of potentiality rather than extravagate into the vacancy of untenanted nullibiety can spawn a progeny of utilities and vehicles for dexterous abstraction that poach the exotic concepts we fathom by degrees of sapience malingering in lifeless bricolages of erratic abstraction in manners useful to transcend the repose of abeyance and heave awakening into the slumberous caverns of still-life to make them dynamically animated to capture ephemeral events that defy the demarcations of wistful indelicacy of the encumbered bulk of insufficient precision.

Today we embark on a quest to defile the anoegenetic recapitulation of canon that litters the dilapidated avenues of miserly contemplation that has a histeriological certainty and feeds the engines that enable novelty but ultimately remain rancid with the stench of the idiosyncratic shibboleths of synoptic alloyed impoverishment that leads to the vast wasteland of cremated entropy that is a stained foible of misappropriated context interpolated usefully as botched triage for daunting problems that require a nimble legerdemain of facile versatility that we easily adduce to conquer the present with the botched memorial of a defunct salience. Despite the travail of scholars to retreat from the frontier into the hypostatized hegemony of recycled credentialed information, we often are ensnared by the solemn attrition of decay as we traverse the conceptual underpinnings of all bedrock thought only to dangle precariously near the void of lapsed sentience because of transitory incontinence that is contiguous to the doldrums of crudity but nevertheless with mustered mettle we purport that the very self-serious awakening to our hobbling limitations is akin to a prosthetic enhancement of ratiocination capable of feats that stagger beneath the lowest level of subtext to elevate the highest superordinate categorization into heightened scrutiny that burgeons metacognitive limber. Marooned in the equipoise of specifiable enlightenment countermanded by the strictures of working memory we can orchestrate transverse pathways between the elemental quiddity of impetuous meaning and the dignified tropes of transitivity that bequeaths entire universes with feral progeny that modulate their ecosystems with both a taste of approximated symmetry and a cohesive enterprise for productivity that rests on the granular concordance of the highest plane to the indivisible parcels of atomic meaning that solder together to exist as intelligible if strained by the primordial frictions guaranteed by the brunt of motion incipient because of the metaphorical inertia created within insular universes to inform sprawling conurbations of mobilized thoughts designed to reckon with the breakneck pace of the corresponding reality to which they explicitly and precisely refer to.

We must singe surgically the filigrees that amount to the perceptible realities that transmute temperaments into the liturgy of routine conflated with the rigmarole of neural dragnets of reiterative quips in an elegant game of raillery with our supernal contumacy against the rigid authority of aleatory vagaries mandated by a dually arbitrary universe in a probabilistic terpsichorean dance with the depth of our dredge for subliminal acuity or the shallow bellicosity of common modes of glib contemplation characteristic of the basic nobility of improvisation. This basic interface with the world can either be mercurial or tranquil based on the interactionism of the enfeebled trudge of surface senses or blunt intuitions and the smoldering impact of the vestigial cloaks that deal gingerly with the poignant subtext evoked in the cauldron of immediacy rather than pondered with the portentous weight of imperative singularities of uniqueness derived from the plunge into the arcane citadel of microscopic introspection so refined that the ineffable drives we seek to fathom become amenable to the traipse of transcendental time that rarefies itself by defying the brunt of compartmentalized bureaucracies administered by the fulcrum of stereotypical notions of acquired gravitas imputed to mundane pedestrian quidnunc concerns that defile humanity rather than embolden the subaudition of gritty punctilios that show the supernal powers of the axiomatic divinity of sharpened sentience to reign with supremacy over the baser ignoble components of bletcherous nescience that leads to knee-**** platitudes that provoke folksy peevish divisions. We should rather orchestrate our activity by heeding the admonishment about the primogeniture of poignant sabotage buffered by the remonstration of innate tranquility and finding a whipsawed compromise of rationalization with true visceral encounters with the fulgurant quips of brisk emotions that grind industriously into amorphous retinues of the trenchant human imagination to either equip or hobble the leapfrogged interrogation of veracity and more consequently our notions of truth and fact.

When we see the hackneyed results of default ecological dynamics, we find ourselves aloof from purported transcendence because the whimpered bleats and cavils of the importunate masses result in a deafening din of cacophony because we strive throbbing with sprightliness towards the galloped chase of tantalization without the luxury of a terminus for satiation. Obviously a growth mindset is the galvanic ****** that spawns the imaginative swank of the pliable modulations of our perceived reality that, when protean, showcase the limitless verve of our primordial cacoethes for epigenetic evolution rather than the stolid and staid foreclosure of impervious sloth that memorializes the gluttony of speculation about fixed entities rather than imperative jostling urbanity that dignifies the brackish dance with dearth and the exuberant savory taste of momentary excess because it engages the animated pursuit of limerence rather than the exhumed corpse of wistful regret. Nature is a cyclical clockwork system of predatory instinct met with the clemency of the prosperous providence enacted by the travailing ingenuity of successive cumulative generativities that compounded unevenly and unpredictably to predicate a fundamental zeitgeist calculated to engorge the fattened resources of the resourceful and temper the etiolated dreams of the fringed acquiescence of a hulking prejudiced population of dutiful servants that balk at the diminutive prospects of a lopsided distribution of talent and means but slumber in irenic resolve created by the merciful hands of defensive designs that configure consciousness to relish comparative touchstones rather than absolute outcomes that straggle beyond a point of enviable reference to shield the world of the barbarism of botched laments clamoring for an uncertain grave from the gravity of the orbiting satellites of apportioned wealth both sunblind and boorish but simultaneously inextricable from the acclimated fortune of heaped nepotism and herculean opportunism. The intransigence of the weighted destiny of inequity is a squalid enterprise of primeval abrasive and combative tendencies within the bailiwick of the indignant compass inherent to the system that fathoms its deficiencies with crabwise and gingerly pause but airs a sheepish grievance like a bleat of self-exculpation but simultaneously an arraignment of fundamental attribution erroneously indicted without the selfsame reflexiveness characteristic of a transcendent being with other recourses to clamber an avenue to Broadway without malingering in the slums of opprobrious ineffectual remonstration against the arrangement of a blinkered metropolis of uneven gentrification.

We flicker sometimes between the strategic drivel of appeasement and the candor of audacious imprecation of the culprits of indignity or considerate nutritive encomium of the beacons of ameliorated enlightenment because we often masquerade a half-witted glib consciousness lazily sketched by the welters of verve alloyed with the rancid distaste of squalor and slumber on the faculty of conscientious swivels of prudential expeditions with an avarice for bountiful considered thought and wily contortions of demeanor that issue the affirmative traction of adaptive endeavor to cheat a warped system for a reconciled peace and a refined self-mastery. We need to traduce the urchins that sting the system with pangs of opprobrious ballyhoo and the effluvia of foofaraw that contaminate with pettifoggery and small-minded blather the arenas better suited for the gladiatorial combat of cockalorums tinged with a dose of intellectual effrontery beyond the span of dogmatism rather than the hackneyed platitudes that infest the news cycle with folksy backwardation catered to the fascism of a checkered established press that urges insurrection while tranquilizing dissent against the furtive actions of consequence hidden behind the draped verdure of pretense whose byproduct is only a self-referential sophistry that swarms like an intractable itch to devolve the spectator into a pasquinaded spectacle of profound human obtuseness that pervades malignantly the system of debate until the reductionists outwit themselves with the empty prevarication of circular logic that deliberately misfires to miss the target of true importance because of the pandered black hole easily evaded by creatures of high sentience but inevitably ensnaring the special kind of dupe into a cycle of bellicose ferocity of internecine balkanization. The vainglory of the omphalos of entertainment is also another reckoning because it festers a cultural mythos of glorified crapulence parading a philandered promiscuity with half-baked antics that gravitate attention and the lecheries of gaudy tenses of recycled tinsel alloyed by debased aberrations of seedy grapholagnia that magnetize as they percolate because of the insidious catchphrases embedded in pedestrian syncopation that ignite retention and acclimate to mediocrity the sounds of generations discolored by faint pasty rainbows rather than ennobled by majestic landscapes of ignipotent mellifluous sound that stands a supernal amusement still for the resourceful trainspotter.

Despite the contumely aimed in the direction of contrarians for deviating from the lockstep clockwork hustle of stooped pandered manipulation that peddles the wares of an entirely counterfeit reality, I stand obstinately against the melliferous stupefaction of entire genres of myth and subcultures huddled around the sentimental tug of factitious sophistries regaled by thick amorphous apostates that cherish the vacuous sidetracked spotlight with fervor rather than pausing on the enigmatic querulous inquisition about the penumbras that lurk with strained effort beneath or above the categorical nescience of the shadowy unknown that often coruscates with elegance even in obscurity. I fight with labored words to spawn a psychological discipline that invokes the incisive subaudition of the pluckily pricked exorcism of true insight from the husk of buzzwords that constellate auxiliary tangential distractions from the art form of psychological discernment that predicates itself on the concept that the rarefaction of rumination by degrees of microscopic precision enables the introspective hindsight of conscious events that can be parsed without the acrimony of cluttered conflations of the granular prowess of triumphant ratiocination that earns a panoramic perch with the added luxury of perspicacious insight into the atomic structure of the rudiments of our phenomenological field and the abstractions that linger beyond perceptual categorization. When we analyze the gradients of anger, for example, we can either be ****** into a brooded twinge of wistful resentment or we can decipher that through heuristics designed to cloister the provenance of subconscious repose with ignorance there exists a regimented array of tangential accessories embedded deep within the cavernous repository of memory that designates a cumulative trace of compounded symmetries of concordant experience immediately perceptible because of the tangible provocateur of our gripes and the largely subliminal tusk that protrudes because of primal instinct that squirms with peevishness because of the momentary context preceded by the desultory churn of smoldering associations swimming with either complete intangible sputtered mobility through the tract of subconscious hyperspace or rigidly fixated by an arraignment of circumstances with propinquity to the deep unfathomed flicker of bygones receding or protruding because of the warped and largely unpredictable rigmarole of constellated spreading activation.  
When we examine the largesse of the swift recourse of convenience we forget by degrees the travail that once bridged the span of experience from patient abeyance in provident pursuit to now the importunate glare of inflated expectations for immediacy that stings the whole enterprise of societal dynamics because it vitiates us with a complacency for the filigrees of momentary tinsel of a virtualized reality divorced from the concretism that used to undergird interaction and now stands outmoded as a wisp beyond outstretched hands straggling beyond the black mirror of a newfangled narcissistic clannishness that shepherds the ostentation of conceit to a predominant position that swaddles us with fretful diversion that operates on a warped logic of lurid squalor and pasty trends becoming the mainstays of a hypercritical linguistic system of entrapment based on the apostasy of candor for the propitiation of fringed aberration because of the majoritarian uproar about touchy butthurt pedantic criticasters with a penchant for persnickety structuralism. With the infestation of entertainment with the ubiquitous political cavils engineered by the ruling class to have a common arena of waggish irreverence we forget that sometimes the impetuous ****** of propaganda is cloaked by the fashionable implements of a rootless time writhing in a purported identity crisis only to gawk at the ungainly reflection of modernity in the mirror and remain blissfully unaware about the transmogrified cultural psyche that feeds the lunacy of endless spectacle based on the premise that one singular whipping post can unite an entire generation of miscegenated misfits looking for commonality to team up against the aging generations that cling to the sanctity of cherished jingoism against the intentionality of a revamped system that malingers with empty promises using exigency and legerdemain to obscure the mooncalves among their ranks that march on with quixotic dreams that tolerate only the idea of absolute tolerance and moderate only when feasibly permitted by the anchored negotiation of the fulcrum of totemic governmental responsibility between factions that wage volleys of invective at each other to promote a binary choice of vitiated compromises of mendaciloquence that ultimately endanger the republic with either the perils of hidebound conventionalism and nativist fervor or the boondoggles of fiscally irresponsible insanity cloaked with rainbows and participation trophies. Reproach can be distributed to both sides of the aisle because ironically in a world where gender is non-binary the most important reproductive ***** in the free world is a binary-by-default despotism that polarizes extremely ludic fantasies on the left met with the acrimony of the traditionalisms on the right that staunchly resist the fatuous confusions of delegated order only to the sharp rebuke of the revamped political vogue that owes its sustenance to a manufactured diplomacy of saccharine lies and ubiquitous lampoons that are lopsided in the direction of a globalist neoliberal bricolage of moderately popular buzzwords and the trojan horse of insubordinate flippant feminism that seeks to subvert through backhanded manipulation the patriarchy so many resent using lowbrow tactics and poignant case studies rather than legislating the egalitarian system into law using the proper channels. I myself am a political independent who sides with fiscal conservatism but libertarianism in most other affairs because the pettifoggery of law-and-order politics is a diatribe overused by sheltered suburbanites and red meat is often just as fatuous as blue tinsel and sadly in a majoritarian society the ushers of conformity demand corporate divestiture in favor of an ecological system of predictability rather than an opinionated welter of legitimate challenges to a broken system of backwards partisanship and wangled consent. Ultimately, I remain mostly apolitical, but I am a fervent champion of the mobilization of education to a statelier standard that demands rigor and responsibility rather than the chafe of rigmarole that understates the common objectives of humanity and rewards conventional thinking and nominal participation to earn credentialed pedigree when the bulk of talent resides elsewhere.
While they noticed the stretch of kohl in her eyes,
I could see a pacific of emotions trapped.
While they admired her blushing cheeks,
I could read the paleness she painted red.
While they were going gaga over her smirk,
I could fathom the depth of pain that debarred a hearty gale.
While they were lured by the cascade of her hair when she unscrewed the bun,
I could feel the onus of the tantrums she wanted to turf out.
While they were hypnotized by her mesmeric curves,
I was stunned by the withstanding efficacy of such a fragile body.
While they adored her attire and scarves,
I could trace the bruises she carried with poise.
While they were hung up by the glory of her face,
I could do no help but ride out at the scars she concealed with sprightliness which was the most beautiful thing my eyes could ever have a view of and it left me dazed...
And my mouth wide opened.
-Aparajita Tripathi
Erik Whalen Nov 2018
As usual, the last juice in my phone battery petered out as the bluetooth speaker positioned on the picnic table started beeping and repeating the word "pairing" over and over.

That was the last bit of company that I would be able to fool myself with that night.

The rustle of the mighty firs and the deafening quiescence of the oak trees proved to be a captious audience, with the only essence choking back the seeping darkness a fire pit, searing brilliantly at nightfall.

The flames crackled and burst in the sap-filled wood, giving me an opportunity to drown the eve in the fire's sporadic, propulsive popping.

With no more music to accompany me in the night, I tuned my old guitar, which was resting in the backseat of my car, and I slowly worked out the notes to several melancholy acoustics that I treasured in earnest and frequented as I did eating and breathing.

My world should be quiet, but my brain never sleeps.

As if possessed by a sudden desire to purge old memories, I threw that old album that we so cherished in along with the next few logs.

In a panicked frenzy, I pulled the book as quickly as I set it down, hands searing from the heat, and I stamped out the flames with an old coat I had brought with me.

Throwing another log onto the campfire, I took a dried rag I had soaked in some copper chloride and watched as the flame that came out shined almost a sea-foam green, different from the azure I was expecting.

For once, the aforementioned seeping darkness had crept to the corners of the campsite as the brilliant display lit up the whole area, proving to both be a fantastic show of color as well as the first truly chromatic moment that had happened in ages.

No one had come, of course. It was as expected. It's cold as a glacier and there's hardly any beer, so I wouldn't really blame them.

That's it, maybe we're thinking glass half full.

Slumber met me with its sweet embrace, the only silence I would permit to befall me and the only silence I had been grateful to.

Pale sunshine pierced through a single cloud in the morning late.

A crisp chill and the light drip-pat-pat of the falling rain outlined my mood better than my words were able to.

I'm not sure what I need to feel satisfied, but a glass half empty is not a glass half full.

I checked my phone, which had been on a power bank all night, hoping to have companionship other than a text from my parents or a message from my girlfriend telling me to cheer up again.

Of course, the phone was only at 25%, and I had better get moving if I wanted to be home and enjoy the constant rattling of every day life that drowned these natural sounds out.

If I'm only half-here, then I might as well leave.

I must have been the last one to have been ground to rubble.

I had remained oblivious for many years, before I knew what it was to be without my trademark foolish optimism.

That pale sunshine would have served me a fiery orange, scorching the awoken sky in a torrid, infectious sprightliness.

What was once a glorious, chromatic panorama had become a single, stilted picture frame long discarded, the glass broken from frequented moments of reminiscing.

If I had left months ago, would any of you have remembered me?

As I prepared to leave, I picked up that old photo album, now singed at the edges, and picked up my slippers from the side of the fire pit, which were left to dry and instead showered in the early morning.

I threw the photo album in the trunk and packed the rest of my belongings, heading back home to Camillus where I could pretend that all of this noise was good for me.
Hey guys! Just a little string of free-form lines that I came up with during a choral observation last night, hope you enjoy them!
It's the Spring.
Earth has conceived, and her *****,
Teeming with summer, is glad.

Vistas of change and adventure,
Thro' the green land
The grey roads go beckoning and winding,
Peopled with wains, and melodious
With harness-bells jangling:
Jangling and twangling rough rhythms
To the slow march of the stately, great horses
Whistled and shouted along.

White fleets of cloud,
Argosies heavy with fruitfulness,
Sail the blue peacefully.  Green flame the hedgerows.
Blackbirds are bugling, and white in wet winds
Sway the tall poplars.
Pageants of colour and fragrance,
Pass the sweet meadows, and viewless
Walks the mild spirit of May,
Visibly blessing the world.

O, the brilliance of blossoming orchards!
O, the savour and thrill of the woods,
When their leafage is stirred
By the flight of the Angel of Rain!
Loud lows the steer; in the fallows
Rooks are alert; and the brooks
Gurgle and ****** and trill.  Thro' the gloamings,
Under the rare, shy stars,
Boy and girl wander,
Dreaming in darkness and dew.

It's the Spring.
A sprightliness feeble and squalid
Wakes in the ward, and I sicken,
Impotent, winter at heart.
fiona fenn Jan 2012
I lack enthusiasm
sincerity
honesty
generosity
and impartiality

I like sleeping all day
and being up all night
getting drunk
kissing strangers
and getting a take away on the way home

I wish I had the qualities
that you possessed
like confidence
sprightliness
and the ability to get dressed

I feel a thousand pains
all pouring down the same drain
cold
aloof
and vain

Take me to another place
where I don't annihilate
my brain
my body
and my face
"Days without you are torturing, nights without you are grievous.
I look for the comfort that I used to find in your lap. Where will I get you mumma? Where?", a scream lashed in despair echoed.
"I'll be the gallop to **** the dormant twilight,
I'll be the golden rays to snog your sleepy eyes,
I'll be the stretch of vitality,
I'll be the aroma of your morning coffee,
I'll be the shower of sprightliness to drench you with new zeal,
I'll be the savour of your breakfast and joy of a full square meal,
I'll be your steps towards glory,
I'll be the sigh after your every failed story,
I'll be the hop of excitement,
Acquainting a flunk, I'll be the screech of your lament,
I'll be the bliss you find seeing the sun going down,
I'll be in the sloth dispelling plangent words of azan,
I'll be the spectator of your big bright smile,
I'll be the witness to the every tear you wipe,
Never in your life you're alone,
Be it your hearty gale or saddening mourn,
Walking by you like your shadow,
Even beyond the eternity I'll follow", whispered her mother. :')
-Aparajita Tripathi
Aulonë Kadriu Oct 2014
The moon looks like a creation of great artists,
lovers walk slightly in the old pavements of the city,
they kiss as it was the last time- in the streets of the city without a lake,
they melt in each-others hugs,
sharing intrigues, beautiful full of love conversations,
they make love in the grass which is fighting with the sun to keep its  sprightliness
they get lost in the warmth of the summer
they get affected by the sweet dizziness of the summer sun
they free themselves in the dance of love under the moonlight,
the moon that tonight looks like a gold medallion without a dark side,
fondly they touch each others bodies and get dissolved
they decide to lose their identities and get only named with a name  - Love
they don't even care about the rumors, noises, reality,
they tear off every kind of world, and fly like beautiful winged butterflies in their own world.
there in the space built with walls of feelings and joy,

forgetting about the lonesome ones.

In the moonlight, lovers reach the sky,
They give life to love...

While us,
Empty,
Are still seeking for the dark side of the night's medallion.
Travis Green Aug 2021
He gives me relentless serenity
Being in his proximity, in the streams
Of his benevolence, my earthbound king
Overflowing with soul, extremely
Exhilarating rhythm, a sultry, smoky voice
Exuding appeal and poetic romance

He tastes like milky magnetic vowels
Sliding sensually on my tongue
Down the deep and picturesque rivers
Of my throat, a broad, crystal city
Of marvelous, ambrosial dreams
Golden affection rising in the redolent
Sun-kissed fields, green, good-looking trees
Bound in devotedness like everlasting lovers

I think of us snuggling and loving
On a lofty and towering mountain
Stroking every ardent surface
Of his iridescent and leathery skin
Like the leaves of the most lovable lily
My fingers moving gradually
On his wondrously muscular arms
His wide, strong chest, his shellproof abs
As we gaze at the southern nighttime countryside
So lost in the endless sprightliness encircling us
The wind whistling like a white-throated sparrow
The suave, appealing melody of the ever bright
And blue seas speaking exquisitely sweet to our systems
As we drown into the drawing power of each other
Travis Green Dec 2022
Make me yours
Mark my soft sparkling spot
Charm my inner walls
With the way you push
Your firm, turgid disturber
In my luscious treasured guts

Give me a brutal badass smashing
Slap my beauteous ***** cheeks
Make every part of my flawless
Phenomenal body enthralled by
Your explosive masculine dopeness

Hold sway over my gayness
Call the shots over my softness
Be uppermost in my thoughts
Have an irresistible rigid grip on my ****
Make vast, powerful moans
Glide from my mouth

Hurt me, search me, work me
Unearth my heavenly harmonious treasures
Make me cruise out of control
In divergent emerging degrees
Feel you steady slamming
Your untouchable **** muscle
In my slick drip slip

Take me the edge of sloppy wet ecstasy
Show me your mad fantastical tricks
Lick me up and down
Let your hands cling to my wicked unfettered flabbergasters
Sweet juicy lover boy

*** me harder, cause me to shudder
Service my spectacular stacked structure
I yearn to merge with your splashy staggering immersiveness
Your beaming dream-filled sensuousness
Make me hypnotized and traumatized

Put me in an uncontainable flaming trance
Pour out your innermost enchanting delectations
Upon my unparalleled blazing creation
Give me the best loving and *******
Spit in my tunnel of tightness

Cause me to travel in transports of pleasure
As you enrapture my bareness
Render me under the influence
Feeling the relentless intensity
Of your spellbinding power driving masculinity

When I marvel at your marvelous large walnuts
Got me burning up, befuddled, and bouncing off the walls
You grip my finger-lickin’ thick cream stick
Run your lung gun expunger
Further in my underground chamber

Enamor my grand feminine kingdom
Let your sinful pink lips electrify my spine
Delight in my sightliness and sprightliness
My fieriness and liveliness
Set me aflame, mister strikingly streamlined kryptonite

Allow me to lapse into your rare hazardous magicalness
Feel your singularly ideal breeziness
Thrill through my existence
Freak me savagely
Send utter fervent whispers
All over my soft, loving body

Blanket me in your deep, teasing, and thrilling heat
Be my delicious sizzling whip
Disturb my nerve cells
Tear my world asunder
Make me arch into your cold glowing machoness

Never miss a beat when you
Tap my tantalizing backside
Make me overheat in the extremes
Of your wild, overpowering masculinity
Hold on to my scrumptious chicken tenders

Let me embrace the dopacetic electric rhythm
Of your juicy ruthless bigness
Enthrall the excitingly gentle
And feminine contours of my ripe and exquisite body
Conquer me with your brooding brute force
Lean closer into my homoness
Shoot your super silky acid milk
On my fantastically ravishing ***
Travis Green Aug 2022
There is smashing passion
In your creative chocolate masterpiece
Dangerous amorous hotness
Flaming sensual intensity
Seamless and stupendous
Beamingly brilliant gent
Smooth fluid pulchritude

You move me in unison
With your seasoned grooviness
Gleaming pink lips
Freshalicious beard
Ardent taut rocker

Your aesthetic, poetic charm is
Serene and satisfying
Penetrating and singular
Capricious prodigious litness

I languish for your sprightliness
To stare into your ravishing eyes
Become so daft about your masterfulness
The way your masculineness
Radiates magicalness in my life
Travis Green Oct 2021
You were my newest discovery
Your sexiness thrilled my world
You were an effervescent dreadhead lover
In my mind, in the words that I spoke
My soul aware of your incomparableness
I was flowing deep into your ardent beat
I was filled with endless fascinating fantasies
Of your existence, sunk in your watchful
And thoughtful eyes, giving me sprightliness
I couldn’t control how I felt about you
I wanted you for my nighttime dessert
You were remarkably emerging art
You were unforgettably immersive
Emblazoning adoration all over your face
Travis Green Dec 2021
When we interlock, words are more than words
Feelings are more than feelings
All I can see is a love so profound
That I wish to dive into your delectable ocean
Inhale your passion, embrace your horizon of sprightliness
Our deep, dreamy breaths ascend more
The desire to draw you closer to me is extraordinarily magical

I treasure the way our worlds blend
How you rain romantic bliss upon me
Make me dream of surrendering to thee
How my senses sweat in front of thee
So stimulated by your bare, astonishing chest
Chest profuse with adventure, passion, and poetry
You dominate my heavenly depths
You make my focus float in uncharted oceans

I breathe you into my system like smoke
I surf on your wave of immersiveness
Relish the way you thrill my universe
Stunning swag king, so elegantly made
You replenish me more than you realize
When I peer at your wondrous brown eyes
I feel the most incredible sensations
The rotation of your creation is so commanding
Splashy tattoos that gain my attention

I want to inhale all your desires
Exhale powerfully bright fire
Become drunk on your masculinity
Press your body on me more
Slow caress me, put your hands on my chin
Kiss me fervidly, journey in my mind
Let your tongue groove on my cheeks
Take me places that are brighter and clearer
Than where we are now

I can’t deny how intoxicating you are
How you move like an exhilarating dancer
Like a super lit DJ, make me feel your blaring beat
As I stare so charmingly at you, so hooked
On the way you flex and *** me
Your body is my place to party
A place to escape inside and listen
To the slow jams of your nation

I inhale the bassline, mesmerized by
The staggering rhymes, how you take me
So close to the verge of immersing extremities
I see abundant and magical stars in my dreams
I succumb to your muscular mansion
Let you enchant the entrance to my inner power supply
Lustfully lick my private paradise
Do whatever you desire, take me higher
Travis Green May 2021
I thirst for his thugness
His boundless wildness
His nightly rhymes
Saturated in scintillated sprightliness
His opalescent eyes
Taking me underground
To psychedelic depths
Ready to smell his evocative flesh
Feel his mandorable beard
His warm, delightful lips
The luscious lines covering his face
My mind meandering
Into his inebriated galaxy
psyched to crash into his splashiness
Travis Green Feb 2023
I hanker to be in a thousand and one dreamlands
With his extravagant passionate handsomeness
His sky-high shining sprightliness
His wicked megalithic slickness bewitches me

I lapse into his fathomless strapping splashiness
Anticipating with pleasure to caress
His dopacetic energetic vessel
Peruse the sinewy good-looking beauty
Of his hypnotic glossy body

My keen knockout king
I wanna marvel at the absorbing
And sparkling contours of his form
His unprecedented transcendent resplendency
Sheathed in his eminent sensual virility

My robust smoking dopeness
His unparalleled pleasant-smelling fragrance
Wraps around me like a bright bluebird blue blanket
My hunger grows the more I scope out
His legendary treasured machoness

I feen for his delectable electric freshness
To kiss every extraordinary inch of his skin
Stare into his glittering hickory brown eyes
Drown into his magical terms of endearment

He is a real-life romantic fantasy
An adventurous sensitive dreamboat
The most enthusiastic statuesque smash I have ever seen
I wanna travel below deck

To caress and give him the hottest heavenliest head
Make me choke, let it engross my throat
Bring me under his control
As I console his bold glowing globes

Indulge in his biteable and delightable strikingness
His affectionate reverent elegance mesmerizes me
His superior superb sheerness
Thrills me through and through

With astonishingly marvelous and toned legs
Clean, impeccable feet, overwhelming incredibleness
Red-hot stellar magneticness
He propels me into the grandest enchanting ecstasy

All I wanna do is ******* his grandioseness
Cherish every fraction of his fantasticalness
Until he explodes his sufficient sweet milk
All over my lush chocolate lips
Travis Green Sep 2021
He makes me feel like I’m blooming to completion
In his summer flames of sprightliness, his steady sparks
Filled with ample ardor, giving my body what it desires
The most, the thousand hours and beyond miles of affection
Where your prepossessingness mesmerizes me like
An illumination of stars hovering over my existence

I feel so much freedom in his endless creek of exquisiteness
His gentleness and transcendency, the moon awakened
With scintillating sensitivities, emblazoning my mind
Guiding me to the river of your soul where you kiss me
Reverently, make me unabridged in all the fondness
You feel my flesh with as I rest soothingly in your palace
Travis Green Sep 2021
You are my wonderland of affection spreading
Sprightliness all around the fantastically striking landscape
My surpassingly rich and majestical river radiating magic invariably

You are highly fine as the crystalline, diamond-shaped glasses
Placed on my dining table, lion-hued beauty like a noble
And valiant lion, like smooth, shiny acorns, like a warm tourmaline

I imagine smelling your skin, the earthy and sensual scent
Taking me into the electric entrances of your pleasing poetical romance Your lips like a smoothly magnificent highway to admire

The way you glisten in the nighttime, surrounded by fascinating
And irresistible attractions, bridges of bliss and moonlighted seas
Makes me intensely powerless, overstimulated on your exquisiteness
Travis Green Nov 2022
I wanna be in your loving
And seductive kingdom
Of infinite eminent pleasures
Feel my whole wide-ranging world
Wrapped in your unmatchable crashing mantasticness

Feel your tasty weighty snake
Blaze into my heavenly gateway
Fill me up with sultry sticky heat
Ram your unparalleled
And breathtaking nation
Into my sweet-smelling treasure chest

Swim further into the worshipful
Undercurrents of my spectacularness
Plunge deep into my rich, honeyed secrets
Thunderstrike my entireness
Carry me away into infinity
In your swirling and shimmering
World of dreamy wicked immersivity

Enrapture my vast, attractive, and flourishing valleys
Push your awe-striking macho game
Into my bright insides of sprightliness
Make me watch you while you demolish me
Make me marvel at thee, how you give it all to me
So relentlessly, without a care in the world

You overpower me, ****** me out of reality
Transport me into your euphoria
As I observe the charming and perpetual
Movement of your natural, fierce smoothness

How you make me wanna tap out
Steady shoving your hoodness in me
Making me cream and ****
So lustfully untouchable and destructive
There’s no end to your immenseness
No way of knowing when you will come to a halt

My body jolt more and more
I hold my head and stare at your delectableness
Moan strongly, behold my fruitful southern continent
As it crumbles, as you fiercely **** me
Terrorize my sweet delights

Wipe away any remnants of manliness within me
Shake your fat, magical sausage
On my bare, whopping bottom
Stuff it back in my smooth pool
Of oozing lusciousness

Make me slobber all over my mouth
While you press my face down
Tilt my *** up, get ******* freaky
With my homosexualness
I can see the undauntable awesome hotness
Radiating throughout your straightness

How you move magnificently in me
Make me hanker for more
Of your galvanizing and striking thunder
How your pulling power and crunkness
Devastates my amazingness

Makes me tingle without hesitation
So immensely vulnerable in your riveting reach
Your luxurious hardness destroys me
Fills my headspace up with erotically
Saucy dreams of you and me
Bound to your profoundness

There’s no way I am ever leaving thee
Your **** game, your stroke game, your flame game
Got me going insanely crazy
Makes me luxuriate in your top-notch macho flavor
Your impossibly dominant grandioseness

How you reciprocate every motion you make
Shake down my heartland
Demand me to concede to thee
Gaze at me, smile at me, caress me
Kiss me expressively

Remove me from the space from which I reside
Make me delight in your invitingness
As you shoot out dripping liquid litness
On my bouncy curvy cheeks
Then **** all over me
Travis Green Aug 2021
It’s strange at times
To think about me
Crushing on a super slick dude
Rhapsodizing about his
Sparkling onyx eyes
His ****-shaped lips
His dark and lovely beard
His get up such a level up

He gives me the sweetest tingles
When I see him standing near me
When he opens his mouth and speak
I freeze and make believe
He is kissing me
With his hands on my neck
His clean, tempting smell
Surrounding me
As I close my eyes
And fly high into endless sprightliness

I’m tremendously tripping
Over the way he carries himself
Securing the bag, flexing his swag
Making me feel so sauced
In his hypnotic hall of hotness
Travis Green Nov 2021
Behind your dashing black drip
Was a captivating man’s nakedness
That I craved to gape at
And discover your immaculate treasures
Delight in your power
Glide in your dreams
Eyes gleaming with saffron
Coffee and chocolate colors
Lips so delicious, how I wish
To devour them throughout the night
I have to be with you
Doing all the things that I fantasized
About doing with you for far too long

You are all I desire to be with in the fire of passion
Seeing your face, embracing your maze
Feeling your flesh on mine, our hands to hands
Rising high on a cloud of sprightliness
Rich bliss and steamy moments
How not to dissolve in your awesomeness
Seduced effortlessly by you
You give me so much love
Than I have ever had before
You are a savage soulja
That keeps me closer to you
You are like an ardent landscape
Of refreshing magic

You feel so sensational to stroke
You enclose me in your wings of compassion
I am crashing into an overload of smashing oceans
Where your dopeness enraptures me more
I am drunk; you are such a hunk
Strum your succulent song on my body
Keep me calm when you move your palms all over me
We can soar away into outer space
We never have to land; we can romance
One another in the thick air
Travis Green Jun 2022
He is the one who keeps me
On a deep, intriguing high
Teasing my mind
With his insightfulness
His sprightliness
His lithesomeness

I cherish the times
When our worlds entwine
When I take on his shine
And call him straight up
Luscious thugness kryptonite

When I gape into his scintillating
Titillating eyes, consumed
With desire for his fiery
Powerful strikingness
He enshrouds me
In his heavenly **** majesty

I can’t be without him
He allows me to arrive
At the highest delight
In his inviting sight
I am surprised
Wild with excitement
Mesmerized by the sweetest
And dreamiest king like him

I groove on his compelling earthy style
His prolific ****** arrestingness
He is more measureless and precious
Than the bright, magical seas
I want to be locked in his sauce
Feel my fingertips easing
Around his steamy spicy lips

Gander at his sensuous keen beard
So eccentric and elegant
My royal mandorable glory
I seep into his gorgeous gleaming ghetto
And I know that his macho poetic soul is
All that I want in my life
To cherish forever like an
Irresistible and unforgettable night
At a dreamy breezy beach
Travis Green Nov 2021
He was always someone
That I wanted to love
Fly into his life like
A rare, winged butterfly
To add sprightliness to his world
Pleasingly landing on his hands
Enchant his interesting being
Let him see that with me by his side
He will never fail at anything
Travis Green Feb 2022
I feel my world rise in your sprightliness
As your contagious stares collide with mine
As your supereminence enfolds my enchanting soul
I hold your saucy, phenomenal ***
Feel your extraordinary breathless heat
Take me everywhere that transcends reality
Hold my head back, kiss my ears
Let your breath drift over my sweet brown lips
Make my thirsty ******* burst when you caress them
Rub my hot chocolate *******

Make my body tremble with the intermingling of our skin
Clamp my scintillating rock-hard rod
Make me lose control in your luxurious lushness
In your hot solid arms, I sparkle like bright, flawless stars
My skin is aglow, soaked in your masculine love
The way you stand so self-asserting
Brush your breezy bushy beard against my back
Swathe my flesh in your amorous perspiration
Make my ****** urges emerge
As your ****** me like soft buttermilk biscuits
Make me crave your bright hazel enchantment
Travis Green Nov 2021
His love speaks
Unending ecstasy
In the wind
Soothing, blooming
Moving me
To the center
Of his steamy labyrinth
Brimming with unforgettable
Romantic encounters

He lights the brightest
And the most delightful fire
In my alluring portal
He is an everlasting
Tattooed attractiveness
Full of sprightliness
And peacefulness
**** young yellow bone
With the sculpted V-cut
Wearing elegant Ethika boxers
Devouring the heart of my world

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