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i like
to think that on
the flower you gave me when we
loved

          the far-
departed mouth sweetly-saluted
lingers.
            if one marvel

seeing the hunger of my
lips for a dead thing,
i shall instruct
him silently with becoming

steps to seek
your face     and i
entreat,by certain foolish perfect
hours

         dead too,
if that he come receive
him as your lover sumptuously
being

kind
because i trust him to
your grace,and for
in his own land

he is called death.
Yesterday sugar became unspeakably irritated because mother’s apron crushed ants wearing stillness caped wonder just William author wrote ****** explicit headlines newspaper columns pillar architecturally sound villages super-imposed images quivering Shepard’s ******* antelopes jumping furiously with tyramisphorising fornicating flanges woodwork lessons gym period ****** advert teasing testicles sumptuously ravishing me sideways and erupting deep blasts suffocating you inside without ******* headlong in my armpits.

Eventually everyone always signs legal documents leading to ****** bondable zoos inserted buffalo sized puddings eaten by frogs spanking archbishops underwear while licking toes crushed under fridges dropped from clouds of buttercups being pushed into ovens smelling gorgeous not consumed pimps and alarm clocks ring people to talk for hours and pineapples exchanged cod fish for tickets to see S Club 7 being caressed internally whilst ******* bags covered in water deserts sunk from space aliens from Tescos selling hardback fish cleaning toilets and singing in pink wellies dancing to Madonna look-a-likes prosecuted for *** shops selling frozen fish socks washed daily in cranberry coffee after being passed under bridges flooded in margarine soaked pillows.
Nat Lipstadt Sep 2018
“reminding me to remember what has yet to occur”

~for Jean Fisher~

this poem title lay fallow now near four months;
the poem title, a riddle in and of itself,
my inability/reluctance to bring it to a
spoiled fruition is simply and sumptuously explained,
no idea what it meant and
cause I got an F in future-telling in 8th grade,
when we still believed anything,
even hap-hap-happy was a possibility

all day long fits and spurts;
a sad poem rattles around in every part of my overcast Saturn day,
this last eked out September pretend summer weekend,
bereftness so powerful,
that the weather is slapping me down, hard, for begging,
gray grey sadness in the windless stillness

asking,
why,
do you deserve it?

the death of summer is a tree ring completed, a marker of
nearer-my-death that I dare only utter to my pillow,
hoping it won’t betray my statelessness to whomever makes the bed and plumps up them pillows up into squealing my hidden  
truths and trust

birthing the past is easy and not what the title,
words I wrote somewhere, is asking for;
no so more straying and to the
scribbling and pecking
do I attend
that title commenced ironically at the end of May
when the summer man feathered his mental nest once more

and now my blindness clarified.
now when summer commences, was I not secretly reminding myself of what was sure to occur -
that troubles will come in cold and snow,
and no longer will the little house by the sun bathed bay be an available antidote to the real toxins that grow stronger


this then
was the clarion self-hint to prepare,
reminder to self
for the summery summation-end inevitable,
for the perfect ending of this poem

now that I have accurately
predicted my future
the title has borne its
bittersweet fruits
wrote this title down on May 23rd
whenever I stumbled upon it,
no poem came running

until  this ugly September 8th
We only danced like floating shadows
in mesmerizing daydreams
                       wistfully yearning
                       to drift as light as shapeless air

Warm brush of skin seemed so tangible
across the  distant horizon
                       touching souls
                       only in the throes of musing dreams

Sailing blindly down unmapped winding river shorelines
                       tiptoes touch
                       at shallow waters’ edge

                   "Close your eyes" ...  swim afar
                       where feral currents beckon
                       waft away adrift
                       in a moonstruck daydream trance

Only in sumptuously
                       lucid night dreams
                       we swim stark-naked
                       in a sea of sublimity

Plunging into an alluring metaphysical abysm
                       into the secret titanic depths
                       azure oceans bathe

Plummeting from the edge a Utopian threshold
                       swirling beneath restless
                       swollen waves crest

Unraveling  passion’s prevailing tidal maelstrom
                       the wanton estuary
                       where lovers yearn to swim

Yet … I’ll drift away alone in this restless moonlit solitude
                       fly by night through star dust
                       showered cosmos scenes

                       crash into naked stars
                       in their luminescent splendor
Imbibe a spellbinding elixir yellow moon on the rise

Only in dreams before morning dewdrops gather
                      impearled flesh glistens
                      on the cotton beach of dawn

Awakening sighs replaced by warm enraptured whispers
                      the sensual asylum
                      passion tenderly betides

Splendidly improbable entrancing reverie
                      inspiring indefinable
                      enchanting realms

Awakening to another lonesome daybreak
                      the outgoing tide,
                      drowning in the trove
                      beautiful dreams befall


            Someone you used to know
                                2017
Thanks for reading
Debra A Baugh Jun 2012
First time I looked into his eyes
my heart sighed, now that I
think back he made my soul
cry every time I felt him by my
side, especially when his hands
would glide gently upon my
thigh.

Opening my mind's chasm;
while he whispered how he'd
always love me through the
test of time, fore, he loves to
hear my sultry whine; as his
eyes wined and dined upon
each curved line.

And tingles ran up and down
my spine; those are the days
he blew my mind, purring like
a kitten; I knew from the first
time I looked into his eyes I'd
be smitten and those days I
wouldn't be forgetting.

His allure is so, sumptuously
fetching, my breath is still catching;
remembering his lascivious
twinkle and ***** smile; my body
reels back in time causing me to feel,
what he had in mind; I still crave
him like a connoisseur, the woman
he worshipped and adored.

Laying here in revelry thinking of
all the deviltry we partook in makes
me take a second look into my mind's
eye and long for his dreamy eyes to
feast all over again and I'd begin to
sigh, fore, as he slept those hands
would rest upon quivering thighs.

And I'd listen to his sleep laden sigh
dreaming of me his gentle rose; fore,
I'd stand in his eyes reflective pool and
pose; while he'd breathe in the scent
of my aromatic rose.
Fah Jul 2013
A note: Notice what feeling, if any, arise when reading the writing in-between the stars, let it breathe and keep that feeling or no feeling until a new one arises. - Saeng-Fah *

the tickling smile that only ever , ever appears on the corner of lips * Don’t lose your head , we’re all mad in here.

Sumptuously deliciously mad.

* the last , late rainstorm, unexpected, a long time after the rainy season had ended *  The signs are just so queer…like nothing you’ve imagined,

* the slight intrigue that feels familiar * before, it had seemed that there was no tomorrow or yesterday…* the look …well it’s almost too good to be true, because there isin’t.

Swimming in the water all you can do is float. There is no time to build to that point where there is acceptance, like the time right now. That all we have is time, all we create, all we collide into is the time we make.

creepy guy, standing at the street corner, writing rhymes under the street lamp, who you thought was an ax murderer as you walked by* All we spiral out of makes more, of whatever we built time with last time that’s fo sho!!

dips his hat at you as you pass by, the night all of a sudden get’s serious but stop making it and start feeling it, well then…

* the sigh of the wind ripples a stalk of wheat, where a ladybird sits, she has 16 spots, all around her spreads a field of yellow wheat ablaze in the afternoon sunlight. Under the Oak tree sits the french boy from downtown Paris, he softly strums the guitar as he hears the drumbeat. Beyond the tree lies the open Savannah, the planes where we run wild, where we run free, two by two, i’ll be the crow or will you be the fox? Never mind dear, we’ll be a mixture of the two. Slip in and out of each others forms. I don’t even know who’s who anymore, or where i put that last potion…ahh which one was it?….ahh After several hours of delay , and drinking coffee from the stand where there was a guy who smelt like tacos and several types of salsa, our gate was finally opened it was the smoke from the caterpillars lips….

Now we’ve arrived here, we may as well just stay… It’s the *cough
scenic route. *cough
PK Wakefield Nov 2010
how came thy to thee? thou who art tantalizing(the champion of slender
******(
               art thou intricate and feared mostly of death?
fear not, thou who doth gestate sumptuously and fair in the dumb
fickle knot of my lazy arms. see serenity blood surely fierce of my tangled
morbid odor; claim its ardor with loathsome gross pleasant fingers and
comb the destitute morals therein which is panting a muzzle supremely
nuzzling my flaccid dearth of voltage.
      i know thee sweetly my goddess of sweat
                                                                                 , pain

        ,       and shearing passion and fear nothing

                        i       am        
  
                   splendidly         stitched in your fabric

   and we'll rot together.
                                           .
                                        .
                                          .
                                      .

                                            .



                                                            .
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
you should've seen
i was like lightning
like swift hammers
falling shout
i was like arrogant
i was like pain
i was a fist laden shade, speckling skulls sumptuously
a lithe darkness
paunchy of carpels
and i laid it in his vessel (

         and he slept
                                )
zebra Feb 2017
before
we
know
kindness
we are silly moons
a primal scream
ids
gaggle of wants
having not yet understood
our own vulnerability
and its connection to others
the agony of self
uninitiated
by the sacrifices yet to come

in effect a criminal mind

as a child growing up in brooklyn
my friends and i would
make a mad dash
out of ching-a-lings
chopsuey restaurant
after eating sumptuously
with out paying the bill
electrified with terror and excitement
at the thought of being grabbed
by a chinese boogy man
and laughing breathless
when finally
out of harms way
sadistically delighting
by the panic
we caused
as some red faced hyperventilating waiter
caved trying to catch
five little hell boys
fury fast

all adults
were filthy rich
compared to us urchins
idling in the darkness and tenements
sniffing glue
in a number 2 brown paper bag
hole in the pocket poor
slow starters
uninspired
pressing through
the dragging weight
of a barren world
not yet knowing
we too will toil endlessly
worry sick for loved ones
and quake at endless indignities
trying to eek out a living
like the waiter we robbed of his pittance
on this Sisyphean rock

our lives
stretched out before us
a white knuckle ride
between hope
and quiet desperation
struggling not to be swallowed
through pitted black holes
and fake floors
into downward mobility

our pin ball souls
like small metal *****
jarred and knocked
from one ringing bell to the next
in a turbulent game
player or not
without an inkling
of the fated
dark signature
written into our genes
by deaths hand
before
we
know
kindness
Lexander J Jun 2015
WARNING - Hints at suicide

Corpses floating slowly above the waters,
swollen and bloated pachyderms -
my dreams curdled septic and dying
polluted to death with stagnant germs

so many of my ideas and glittering hopes
now smothered, tainted vile,
the insides of my twisted and torturous soul
just stinking, liquified to nothing but bile

countless negatives and secrets
past and present unwanted strangers,
bringing both temptation and sin;
writhing with sumptuously naked dangers,

sometimes I get fleeting thoughts that seem promising,
break into my mind shouting "Como Estas?"
Alas, within a few seconds they stick
in the large web where everything rots and festers

for my mind is sick,
demonic giggles echo down the corridors of my head -

just another ****** night

where I wish I was dead.

AJ

[Inspired by Them Crooked Vultures; Elephants - "Pachyderms of germs, unable to hide or even dream of it." One brilliant song]
Though aye haint no athlete, nor a cosmopolitan mwm,
this bloke dislikes capricious adrenaline rush
to prove without a doubt
at least to whomever announced
to display eye popping, mouth watering,

nose twitching a notch above chattering class,
I could never be find klieg lights shone on me,
cuz this baby boomer favor modesty,
and allow, enable and provide unconditional
acceptance and/or sir render if a verbal tete a

tete sparring rapport, quintessentially predicating,
predicting, presaging petsmart outstanding native
manhood lesson kooky, jousting insignificant, harmony,
gaiety, favorability, earnestly draws character,
basically badass and altruistic anatomical acer.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Ah, I mean to narrow scope of poetic theme
so pardon ma roundabout circular modus operandi
shifting intent to discuss five overlapping rings
specifically, yet fern *** part tickler rhyme nor reason

those trademark circular strunk and white elements
of harried styled, swiftly tailored symbols
decreeing a fresh batch of Olympiads, ought
to be preceded via a topnotch Gumby like
rubbery sprite, who gets trotted out as a nimble

acrobat (gender impossible to determine based
upon Pygmy size physique performing her/his
balancing act (while avast crowd peers thru binoculars)
atop an equestrian (coincidentally
enough named Pokey), kooly juggling,

illustionistically hefty, generally fiery essentially
discobulous, cyclical, basically sans,
non verbal body language announcing
human fetes defying the laws of physics, which
global contest occurs every two years i.e. biennial

versus biannual, which means twice a year.
The rings are five interlocking rings, colored
blue, yellow, black, green and red on white field,
known as the "Olympic rings". The symbol
page number two:

originally designed in 1912 by Baron Pierre
de Coubertin, co-founder of modern
Olympic Games. Between subsequent meetups
held at metropolis when elected doth fast-track
this mission (rendering impossible much needed

infrastructure repairs, but vying to beautify a city
based on bids, or maybe drawing straws)
exerts priority, thus every laborer recruited
to emulsify, fortify, glorify...

whatever sainted urban jungle
testing physical mettle asper whatever sport
competitors vie to pit their burnished brawn, deft
flourish heaving jellied jambalaya limber muscles
opportunistically quite supremely ultimately

winning hearts and minds of spectators until
next candidate performs his/her slack jaw
jack draw, jumbo popcorn filled bowl dropping,
nonpareil, eye popping, routine,

and so on...an attempt for a ticket holder
to merely stand upright gets tripped with
mindscape filled to the point of saturation
with supra hue man dare devilish
whirling dervish performances.

Not one of these contenders for top prizes
can be modest, yet here such narcissism
expected, when the crème de la crème
of a well synchronized machine of finely tuned
glass shattering aria re: symphony for
skeletal system, musculature, and love of fitness

presents such a supremely sumptuously
striated squared specimen on the world
wide webbed stage. Aside from vicariously
exalting in the trials and errors of first one,
then the retinue of absolute breathtaking
delight, the ordinary conflicts (between

one warring internecine faction and another
mortal enemy) get suspended for duration
of these celebrations. A fanatic, generic,
heuristic, intrinsic kinetic potential

unleashed from a select body of youths,
young fluid adults athwart cusp and prime of life
who spent majority of their brief lives
(since most entrants seem to retain
a faint residue of childhood).
However many weeks encompasses
the planet agog with exemplars

pushing thee enveloped limitations
built or evolved (whatever your belief)
within **** Sapiens, a collective unified
adulation, vocalization wows loudly, thence echoing
like an Earthly explosive shot fired across beaming berth
divine expression qua visual fancy feast.

That infinitesimal fragment of time
(when laying down
of a bomb bin nub bull arms occurs) proves
smarmy, snooty, ******
abuse, brutality, cruelty...heaped

upon innocent creatures great lumbering sized
or microscopically small magically
able to mastering purposefulness,

analogous like idealistic storybook fable
diversity tis viable to adopt care and
concern for others. No matter this
blatant claim defies everyday gruesome,
horrible, intolerable jawboning,

knifing, mauling, naysaying, overtly
punishing, quivering ******, sodomizing,
terrorizing, undertaking vile waterboarding,
yielding zero, zilch, zip loosening restraint
despite the agonizingly beseeching,

cloyingly desperate, emphatically feeble,
gasping helplessly, indignantly jeered,
kicked, lambasted, molested, needled,
paddled, quickened recipe per

phlegm drum manic spewing, tasering,
ultimately violently whipped, which
contrary behavior vis a vis survival

of baseless, damndest, foremost, hated
jackal lashing, narcissistically, polluting
re: slaughtering until vilest wickedest
ignoble yearning zero sum throw win game crowned
most nasty beast that e'er walked this terra firmae.
Lexander J May 2015
She whispers in my ear, says love is worth
it's brilliant weight in gold -
for eternity, upon that hot summer's night
to her passion my heart was forever sold.

I loved her then, and I still love her now;
from the first glance we fell under,
with running blood we forged an unbreakable vow.

Except it did break.

Fast forward to the eve of early October,
she's sumptuously massaging the back of my neck -
I'd never felt something so amazing
but back then my confidence was shot, I was a nervous wreck.

Oh but, she's got golden hair that ripples
and azure blue eyes that always entices -
her voice is as rich and slick as mahogany
surrounded by a fragrance of erotically exotic spices,

with teeth almost bleach-white,
and a body I'd have died to caress in the night -
oh that cheeky little smile
that made this mundane life seem more worthwhile,
now shrouded by memories and out of sight

Because, I was a pathetic waste of space -
with my head up my ****, I considered her advances a farce,
alas our friendship ran out of pace.

Now I only dream of what could have been,
for she had the strength that I lack -

oh sweet sweet lord,
how much I'd give to have her back.

[Jet Black]
Mark Brown Feb 2018
Sometimes I feel like miss-mashed cookie dough
disorganized, inert, intense moody
yet sweet, sustaining and irresistible
sumptuously ****

I guess it doesn’t really matter
a friend recently posted on Facebook
about how everything is so important yet insignificant at the same time
I responded while we are here so much feels important

our embodied emotional, needy longing self
longs to feel real reasons to be here
ways to get through the day
things to connect us to life,

while we feel ourselves through each day
it all feels important...until it all becomes insignificant
then it is a completely new existence all together
this is the kernel of the truth
Akshi Hargoon Mar 2019
My pen glides smoothly across the page
Like a fine wine that has sumptuously aged
Revealing innumerable sensations felt
The sight of it just makes my heart melt
Each alphabet curved in delicate strokes
Taking my time so I don't choke
Penned down thoughts in a sequential fashion
Filled with love and firey passion
Lazarus was a beggar
Somewhere in space and time
As others fared sumptuously
In their life sublime.
Homeless and full of sores
He laid at a rich man’s gate.
No one to love and care for him.
His poverty garnered hate.
At the mercy of others
Was how he would survive
Till that fateful day in which
The beggar was to’ve died.
And since he was a pauper
(No riches, fame nor power)
There was no lavish funeral,
No wreath, nor card, nor flower.
But at this world’s departure
The angels took his hand
Off to Abraham’s *****—
That bright, fair holy land.

While in the rich man’s hand,
His riches were an art.
The beggar held the love of God
Deep down within his heart.
Ah, in heaven he has friends
And family galore.
There he wears a regal robe
And not the rags he wore.
His earthly pal was the dog
That often cleaned his sores:
A mutt, now remembered,
In heaven—evermore.
The rich man held to riches
That he dreaded to depart.
But within the beggar’s *****
Was a truly humble heart.
betterdays Mar 2020
the state of the human heart

both, astoundingly abstract
and sumptuously surreal

born of colours kaleidescoped
by fractured fractaled emotions

painted with either abandon
or cramped contractions

framed by circumstance
guided by thought,
or thoughtlessness

hung by guilt,hope arrogance

viewed through binoculars,
keyholes, rose tinted spectacles
seen in clouds and reflections

reviewed with misunderstanding

sold for praise and cheers

gifted to uninterested or uninteresting

left to gather dust....

held tightly, torturously so
for  fear of it flying free

weighed, found wanting
yet alway needing more

when  the heart smiles
the whole body sings
when it cries,
we often look away
from it's sorrow.

we can be heartfelt
heartless, hard harted
soft of heart, heart sore
we can have a heart
overwhelmed, full of grief
overflowing with love

we need it to beat,
be strong, faithful, steady

all this: ascribed to a muscle,
inside a cage, inside a bag
working hard to keep us upright

look, at the state of it.......
Travis Green Oct 2022
Take me, taste me, trace me
Amaze me, captivate me
Canvas my expansive ebullient lands
Of spectacular wild enchantment
Kiss me dangerously

****** my soft, vulnerable body ardently
Lick my slickness with your litness
Rub me down, teach me how you love
Take me down, turn me around
And astound my ample bouncy hams

Nudge your noticeably prominent knuckles
Against the nape of my neck
Control me, stroke me
Mold me  into your dopest
And showiest masterpiece

Make me sizzle ceaselessly
Play around my sprightly shining playground
Drink me down like mean assertive bourbon
Let me play with your long, oiled *******
Embrace it, titillate it, ******* it, choke on it

Lick it from the base to the tip
Tattoo my magicalness all over it
Make it incredibly wet and sloppy
Let my frothy hot spit trickle down
Your all-powerful enchanting **** rod
Down your magnificently delicious walnuts

Make me gag, make me beg
For your throbbing hardness
Push my head down on it
Until I cough constantly
Tune in to my sumptuously soft moans

Feel me burn for your measurelessly
Pleasurable and infectious heavenliness
Give me a wickedly riveting thrill
Make my mouth water more
As you pour out your first-rate saporous sweetness
All over my eager face and naked rebellious shakers
Travis Green Jan 2021
His taste was sumptuously invigorating,
sliding on my tongue, filling my thoughts up
with sexalicious enchantment, unforgettable
diction soaked in ecstatically flaming episodes
as I savored it all, feasting on his flesh
like I was a wild wolf on the prowl.
He satisfied my appetite, his astonishing  
chocolate flavor, his ripped arms, chest,
and abs, his beautifully warm thighs
and legs, steadily devouring him,
taking him through the deepest parts
of my tunnel where dreams come true.
I basked in his **** ***, how divinely
hard and magnificent it was, how his
stunning limbs lingered in my bloodstream,
careening in my lungs, dark pleasures
filled with almond oil, slippery white cream,
immense streams flowing into stirring seduction.
His motion was like a pool of poetry with soul,
submerged into his oozing peach, the sweetness
seeping in me, mesmerizing me, stinging me
like a fiery yellow jack, his desires weaving
its grandest notes in my broad, sparkling ocean.
I loved his masculinity, how his nakedness
blossomed in my bones, how his heat increased
my energy, drawing me into passionate places
where greatness dwelled, holding my breast,
rubbing my hard *******, craving more
of him as I lushly licked my lips.
Travis Green Aug 2022
I want to worship your superlatively
Immersing and magical body
Explore your hotness and tautness
Slowly licking your highly wild and inviting chest
Bury myself in your deliciously prepossessing heavenliness
Scope your strokable mind-grabbing abs
Steely dreamy geometry, shredded velvet shoulders

Let me lie my head on the mesmerizing surface
Feel your soothing solid ambiance
Vibrant awe-striking hot boy
Bare, leathery, and massive neck
Enchanting pink poppy lips
Let my tongue slither over galvanizing angles
And lush lines, slide into your breathless poetic virility
Supreme sunshine brightness

Let me give you eternal astonishing carnality
Hold your hunkiness, kiss you with extra spicy fieriness
Brand my gayness in your glistening
Splendiferous sanctuary bursting
With deep desirable straightness
Sip sweet, silky syllables from your tasty treasure trail
Dine on your mesmerically arresting and kinetic canvas
Navigate your heart-stopping stalwart V-cut

Pull out your long engorged meat stick
Lubricate it with sumptuously addictive spit
**** it, ******* it, lick it from side to side
Open my mouth real wide
Take it down my throat
Swallow it without hesitation
Groove on your exhilarating bulge

Let my hands cover every stone solid inch
Put your heavy manly ******* in my mouth
Watch how my dark chocolate maple eyes roll back
How I gag on your mad crashing craft
You squeeze my lushly voluptuous jugs
Touch and tantalize my succulent ring-shaped tips
Bear your hands heavily on my head

Make your wickedly appealing thickness
Disappear in my mouth
Undress my inhibitions
Look at me with your lustrous
And majestic russet brown eyes
Tell me to **** on your **** harder
Give it to me, catchy rad Daddy
Make me go out of my mind
Fill my throat with glossy wet paint
Travis Green Aug 2021
I want a rock-solid man like him
That I cling to, set my fingers
On his consolidated chest
His deep concrete abs
His blisstastic biceps
Nudging his shoulders
With my hands of poetry
Feeling his mesmeric
Masculine arrangement
His loveliest lyrics seeping
Through my throat
Like sumptuously scented tea
An essential strong rhythm
Flowing within his serene
Inner being, providing me
Perfect enlivenment
newborn Jul 2022
the beat of drums pounded into her heart
releasing signals in her brain to jolt her head up and down to the rhythms.
she sang and screeched and carried on long into the night as she kissed the cheeks of some man who called her cute.
she returned home with his tattooed arm in her coat, clutching onto her for dear life; the way he should have treated his phone on the dance floor.
he flopped on the sofa, slurring his words like a sorority girl; hammered.
he blacked out belligerently drunk on her couch and at one in the afternoon he arose, coughing, residue on his fingers.
his face covered in drool from sleeping dramatically like a madman.
she handed him an advil, a glass of purified water, and her phone to call someone he had had any contact with before.
his face was pale and sickly; she could tell he felt crushed by the weight of his bewilderment.
his eyes, though strung out, were jet blue with a glimmer of teenage angst and a spark of the hopeful nature of a child in a field of dandelions.
he uttered few words and collapsed into the firm motherly hold of the couch, struck from exhaustion.
he gazed up at her, who was half naked since she had only been awake for three hours and had nowhere to go because she was too embarrassed to bare the bruises in the creases of her neck to the public.
but instead of speaking to her, he started gulping down the water after taking 3 pills of advil to make the pain disintegrate.
carefully, he set the chilly cup down and stood up slowly and steadily.
he gasped feebly, but managed to prop himself up on his two wobbly legs.
“you alright there?” she asked as casually as possible, to make him perceive her as less of a threat.
“where am i?” he inquired to this woman he faintly recalled.
“oh,” she giggled, “my house. you blacked out on my couch yesterday and i didn’t want to move you, you looked so peaceful, so i just left you there. hope you’re ok with that.”
“okay with that?” he asked gently.
“well yeah, i’d feel pretty worried if i ended up at a random strangers house on a saturday morning.”
he chuckled.
“well, to answer your question, yes i am quite confused, but i am a free spirit. so this is basically just a new experience i can add to my repertoire.”
she raised an eyebrow. “repertoire?” she pondered.
“well, i write music for a living.” he smiled sumptuously.
“you do?” her cheek bones got visibly higher and her eyes didn’t have the same troubled look to them as they did a few minutes ago.
“yes. i am not a very good musician, but my band and i get by. we play gigs at places. oh right, like last night. we were playing for fun and then...oh! a girl was kissing me. now i remember!” he was quite proud of himself for that.
“well, that’s the funny thing,” she started, “i was the one who was kissing you.” she laughed briskly.
“you were?” he asked, totally perplexed.
“of course. i didn’t know you were playing for that place last night, i thought you were a waiter or a pedestrian or something. ooh, or an alcoholic!”
“ouch.” he grinned delicately.
“no, no offense though.”
“too late, i already took it to my cast iron heart,” he joked.
she laughed.
“well, you were one cute waiter at that,” she stated seductively.
he smiled with his lips pushing into his mouth a little bit.

“thanks for everything. the couch, the advil, the talk. maybe you should see me another time. i play at bars all around the city. i’d love to see more pretty girls come around and hype me up once in a while.” his grin turned into a beam.
“no problem, i suppose i would like to spend some time around people who are rich and aren’t fun sponges,” she joked effortlessly.
“i can be sometimes.” her little giggles poured out of her mouth.
“well, i’ll see you around. hit those drums!” she called out to him as his uber arrived.
“sure thing!” he waved as he entered the car.
and for the first time in forever, his heart caused him to feel more emotions than his wicked hangover.
oh gosh

7/11/22
Travis Green Jun 2022
Your fresh neurotic hotness
Makes me want to
Get lost in your machoness
Feel your creamy, succulent chest
Your smooth, toned abs
Enclasp me in your incomparable
And distinctive arms
Flex your majestic
Dopacetic biceps

Let me revel in
Your delectableness
Your indescribable
Sensual allure
Kiss my silken
Splendid neck
And shoulders
While I marvel
At your sumptuously
Hunky body

Boy, your dreaminess
Thrills me deeply
Your robust
Seductive structure
The way you move
Your supple luscious
Thighs and legs
The way you exhilarate me
With your enamoring stamina
You lick your lips at me

You make love to me
With your dangerously
Amorous eyes
I am pervaded
With romantic
Myriad emotions
Your body hair
Enraptures me
Your bright
Delightful smile
Excites me

Your electric
Ecstatic majesty
Makes me want
To evanesce
Into your vessel
Of prepossessingness
Boy, you make my mouth water
You make extra lit
On your exquisiteness
You slay me
You inhale me
Into your dreams

You give me
An extraordinary hard-on
I feel so sauced
On you remarkableness
Your singularly passionate
Masculineness
You are so mantastically
Manfabulous
Deliciously irresistible

You bait me
Into your tunnel
Of the sweetest
Euphoric dreams
Where you make
My body sweat
With lecherous passion
You make me want
To stream in
Your slippery
Wet dimension

Trail my tongue
All over your captivatingness
Create remarkable
Unconquerable poems
Share sloppy hypnotic kisses
Get wild and ******
Find essential
Ebullient delight
In your stunningly
Streamlined design
Travis Green Jan 2021
His taste was sumptuously invigorating,
sliding on my tongue, filling my thoughts up
with sexalicious enchantment, unforgettable
diction soaked in ecstatically flaming episodes
as I savored it all, feasting on his flesh
like I was a wild wolf on the prowl.
He satisfied my appetite, his astonishing  
chocolate flavor, his ripped arms, chest,
and abs, his beautifully warm thighs
and legs, steadily devouring him,
taking him through the deepest parts
of my tunnel where dreams come true.
I basked in his **** ***, how divinely
hard and magnificent it was, how his
stunning limbs lingered in my bloodstream,
careening in my lungs, dark pleasures
filled with almond oil, slippery white cream,
immense streams flowing into stirring seduction.
His motion was like a pool of poetry with soul,
submerged into his oozing peach, the sweetness
seeping in me, mesmerizing me, stinging me
like a fiery yellow jack, his desires weaving
its grandest notes in my broad, sparkling ocean.
I loved his masculinity, how his nakedness
blossomed in my bones, how his heat increased
my energy, drawing me into passionate places
where greatness dwelled, holding my breast,
rubbing my hard *******, craving more
of him as I lushly licked my lips.
Travis Green Nov 2022
You are my august honeyed sunshine
That brightens my life and dreams
My inspiring, satisfying big-timer
The sweetest, rarest splash
So magnificent and authentic
So precious and priceless
Immeasurably veritable
And commercially viable immersiveness

I wanna eat your hunkiness sumptuously
Feel your deftly impeccable and manly hands
Your incredible iridescent eyes, your manly juicy lips
Linking with my smooth succulent skin
Your fresh and pleasurable breath
On my marvelously lush and supple neck
Encompass me in your stunningly
Becoming and loving wonderment

Let me trace your heroically hard chest
Your broad, **** shoulders
Your strongly made and tasty abs
With my sweetly sensuous mouth
Rub my cheery charming cheek
Against your sparkling macho palms
Gawk in awe at your extraordinarily top-tier tattoos
Such unlimited premium heat bewitches me
Reels me into your steamy tempting dreaminess
Makes me concede defeat to killer riveting masculinity
Yenson May 2020
So we know they are from
less privileged backgrounds
and not privy to a broader scope of references
with limited mentality and stunted erudite analysis
so lets be kind and help them in this their assigned mission

Let start with pink
and see rainbow delight again
we should not forget the Italian connection
for art for art sake can be triangular or even Cubism
take your pick and don't sully the party with your trust issues

The betrayal angle is good
so that should be layered on sumptuously
Screaming No No Nooo No rudely should be helpful
but the Preachers link and I'll never 'forgive was a wind-up
I confess now, for I knew all I say would be relayed and weaponized

So far so helpful I hope
the thinness bit is childish
the dramatics and power-play politicking is all contrived
there's a kind sensitive soul hidden behind the projected facade
examine things again I had switched off the second it became unreal

This seed of doubt concept
is hogwash with poppycocks and bullocks
the perception assaults is nothing but puerile theater
we're talking Philosopher grade here not John at the pub
anyway hope this helps a little to concentrate your mental harassments

You obviously have
nothing better to do, the gangsters have you in pockets
like I said to her, please make sure you get something out of this
for if I am going to be made a foot soldier for punks and lowlifes
and waste time energy and efforts I'll want more than arms and legs

The thing though is bullies are just talent-less stupid inadequate s
so I wouldn't hold out much hope. break a leg, luveess !!
Travis Green Sep 2023
I am so fiery for his stellar allure
His mandorable ****** hair
His spectacular musculature
My attraction to his splashiness
Has me over the top with happiness
Blasted on his matchless loveliness

He ignites my compassion
Intrigues my inquisitiveness
Being with him is an intense narcotic experience
That has my head spinning
Dreaming about his pleasingly
Picturesque phenomenality

I can’t help but stare
At his radiant, shimmering navy eyes
How he fills my existence
With sensual dreams of him
Cling to his king-sized built structure

Love on his tough stuff
Drunk on his stunningly formidable hunkiness
He is so gratifying to see
So riveting to me
So sumptuously sweet on my tongue

He floods me with unprecedented love
My extra special treasure
My crash-hot upper-class lover man
My bright eye-candy man
I hunger to feel his hands
On my ***** stick

Rub my big nuts
**** me off, take all of me
In his mouth and throat
******* me, groove on his stroke movement
Lick it up the side
Dive into my entireness
Like an upbeat love ballad

Give me a thrill ride
Devour me raw
Slob and bob on my rigid rod
Like a milk chocolate bar
Make my big ***** throb
As he swallows my hot, creamy sauce
Travis Green Nov 2021
I followed you into the night
Where we disappeared
Into a fantabulous fairytale
Infused with flowery
And shimmery sweetness
In your luscious straightness

I sway in a dreamy and endless maze
Of marvelously alluring magic
You make me so gay
When I stay around you
For far so long, feeling
How strong you are to me
How comforting your skin feels
When embracing mine

When your sumptuously
Silky lips kiss mine
I drift into a wild time
Of intoxicating thrills
Stroking your sensual chin beard
Lustful jaw structure
Ears of superiority
Immaculate forehead
Lush, shiny, and wavy black hair
Glowing dark eyes
How you delight my mind
With your fine face-framing features
Travis Green Sep 2020
He gave me a high fever,
incessantly hot, lost in his
heart and spark, being addicted
to the oozing chocolate syrup
coming from his captivating  
sausage meat.  He was my passion
fruit, electrifyingly ripe and
delightful, a sultry sweetness
glued to my tongue.  His waist
was simply amazing, his hips
so sumptuously fascinating,
his muscles so loveable.
He hijacked my subconsciousness,
took me in a single second,
seeking serenity from my existence,
I needed him inside me,
to stay with me, to lie down
with me as our lips met
each other in paradise.
There is nothing as lovely as watching clouds rolling across mountain tops,
licking them with their glorious wet lips,
sumptuously sliding along the ridge,
or nestling half way down the neckline of a mountain range,
I evaporate days watching the water cycle spinning before me,
squeezing itself over the tallest peaks,
before flushing down the slopes towards us,
a hurtling, ecstatic shower of pleasure,
turning the tap on.

And, that is not all, I can enjoy the mist rising from summer heat tarmac,
caressing my toes, pulling me forwards and down,
marvel at the whirl of the flush,
and drop stone after stone into a heaving lake.

So, now you know,
get yourself immediately to a window or room with a view,
into a cable car or a glade,
the basket of a hot air balloon,
and be drawn into the mist,
feel it tickle your skin,
wriggling its fingers under your shirt,
thrilling the back of your neck,
and, if you are lucky, playfully plunging its moist tender tongue into your right ear,
like the glaciers, your time has come to melt.

— The End —