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I
        Dawn

The greenish sky glows up in misty reds,
The purple shadows turn to brick and stone,
The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds,
And hear the milk-cart jangle by alone.


  II
        Dusk

The city’s street, a roaring blackened stream
Walled in by granite, thro’ whose thousand eyes
A thousand yellow lights begin to gleam,
And over all the pale untroubled skies.


  III
        Rain at Night

The street-lamps shine in a yellow line
Down the splashy, gleaming street,
And the rain is heard now loud now blurred
By the tread of homing feet.
Brian Oarr Mar 2012
I am the shy man
you see at 6 AM in Starbucks
umbrella cocked under my left arm like a guidon,
formless and murky as the latte in my cup,
neufchatel slathered on the bageled
cusp of a new day, one bus token removed
from yesterday's office, aspiring
toward tomorrow's and the next day's sunrise,
convinced of nothing printed
in splashy headlines of USA Today.

I am the strong man
who smiles at the concept
of growing *******, watching women
surrender their eggs, take on new testicles.
I would eagerly belly
your child, assume your burden,
let you envelope me with velvet
***, dream submissive destiny
in the absence of Bodhisattva's caress,
if delicious debauchery empowers you.

I am a Boy Toy on the half-shell,
a nascent embryo filled with dread
of wombs which recently had bound me.
You offer deliverance. I am seed
in your fertile loam-brown soil.
I germinate sinking roots in your mind,
fully conscious I will flower,
a stubborn hybrid planted for your pleasure.
I am a pilgrim without a rock,
the twilight sky beneath your periwinkled heavens.
L B Feb 2017
She let the tape go—
on record
one evening for an ordinary hour
Five years later, we play it back
for laughs after dinner—then as now

“Remember how the stove door screeched
at the house on Olive Street?”
And our voices!
Phoeb’s, lighter–tired
wrapping the nine’s tables in elastic yawns
like flash cards in a rubber band
“Phoeb, your pitch changed so—
while  I turned...”
to run water in the tub
lamenting the **** of Two
in frenetic escape of hands
Unruly!
Running rebel taunts in Time’s strict face
who would not dare disturb her dawns
only mine—
Roused by the first round of another day’s
ring of twelve
digits that insist
like uniform with apron waiting
on ironing board that’s never folded

Now the **** of Two cries out
Exultant!
of success in *****
Then, Oratorio for Soap!
The splashy version
with endless bubblings of “Rocky Baby!”
and obbligato of “Where’s Shampoo?”
in jubilant glissadal plunge
an octave through vocal whoops!

…I had not thought
she hardly talked
but sang and squealed or whined in tunes
Her voice lay open to her soul
a roost of piercing humming birds
small of words
but filled with sweet and want
incessant wings and things to say....

How could we have forgotten?

“Are these your boots?
Your clothes laid out?”
From sound and talk, we still can hear
frost phantoms
in winter window rattles—then as now
And Phoebe remarks how one voice
didn’t change though—
“Still talking to herself”

We laugh
and let the tape go....
This is one of those poems I'm so glad I wrote because no photo or recording could ever capture this memory as well.
Sharon Thomas May 2019
It was June and not summer,
Splashy, muddy, slimy,
wind-kissing roads of Chennai in sight,
I hear, "Jennifer, Jennifer."
Aloysius' wife answers in.
Break - in the movie, I sip my coffee.
Water was rising in the southernmost state of India,
Destruction or development,
Recovery or renovation,
Right words struggled to meet right arms,
Jennifer and Aloysius buffered in the background,
House I was not in was sinking.
I stopped watching snowflakes in the Americas,
Wished for a sun-feast in Kerala,
I lapsed to places sitting at the window pane,
Netflix didn't help the cultural fix.
here, thoughts succumbed, coffee mug dried up.
While uninvited ants,
swept my coffee off the sugarcoat...
Don Bouchard Apr 2014
King Minos,
Spited by the God of Oceans,
Hesitated but a while
Before poor Pasiphae's bull-headed son
Was penned inside the labyrinth,
And then, as if to throw away the key,
Inventor Daedalus and his dear son
Were for their work a prison tower fee'd.
But they grew wings, for as we know,
An inventor's work is never done...
If only Icarus had listened
And kept a proper place below the sun,
Breugel's painting would have lost
Its distant splashy focal point;
The plowman and the shepherd would
Have stood alone above a perfect sea.

Old Minos never had a chance,
And though the cunning Hunter,
(He, who found the man who
Made a string crawl curving
Through a shell behind an ant),
Had won... decided to disrobe
And take a dip...a foolish act
To choose when Daedalus
Would serve a hot revenge.

Daedalus, who knew the score,
Burned wood to make the water soar;
In vengeance vented spiteful wrath,
And cooked old Minos in his bath.
Dorothy A Jan 2014
It cannot put pen to paper
But all a flower has to do
Is open up its delicate petals
Unfolding like a noble lady's fan
Broadening to blossom into a lovely jewel
Poetry without any word

A spider weaves its web
Like an author spins tales
It's intentions upon its survival, but
Its intricate home of threads and strings
Like a gossamer harp
Is enchanting to perceive
A make and design of fragile strength

The oceans and seas
Mighty and commanding
They roar and display their majesty
With crashing waves and splashy bravado
They spare few prisoners
And graveyards of sunken ships
Whisper of stories untold

Birds chirp and warble
With songs that humans long to know
For they travel through the air
In simplistic freedom
Their chorus of communication
Is a poetic symphony just as entertaining
As any band of musicians or artists

The winds blow and whistle
Though they have no mouths
If you listen close enough
You can hear their secrets
Their breath of life in the
Ever flowing
Breezes that enfold us

You'd swear the mountains
Were painted that way
Brawny and broad, peaked high above
Against the grand canvas we call the sky
Yes, paintings are poems, too
For a picture speaks a thousand words
But no mere man can make a mountain

You see
We are merely students
Taught by God's natural, creative genius
We are merely imitators
Of what nature displays
We are not originals
For we are not the first poets
Nor the first storytellers
codenameDust Mar 2016
Team Splishy splashy
Has been challenged
By the deep ferocious waters
And also it's hot whirlpool

So who will meet this task
Who will defile it's body
By paying a euro
to walk it's stony, silly shores
We are a band of bravery

We will not evade
any slide the water throws
We'll surge the waves
With a grim smile on our face
We'll weather The Storm

But who will take up arms
And pack towels and *******
Who will be our captain
And steer us towards the clear
Who'll stay sober when the end is near?

Is it Mich eel?
The underwater, electrified partyboy
Or Es Star
The queen, and star underwater
Maybe Marieke, the golden locked fish
Shining swirls, dancing, and
Ever smiling
Marlies, can it be
You'll strengthen the ranks?
Seth, my friendly shark
Buldering his underseas laugh

Or any other member
Of the band of brothers
And sisters alike
We will muster
The strength to tame
any splash comming our way
And go home drunk

Cause we are team splishy splashy
To my splishy splashy friends, may we sail broader seas, may we swim together forever.
Jia Ming Apr 2017
Yes-sirry! these fizzes fills my feet with
Everything- too delicate: a Sunny
Ladybird- too sweet: a honey's Honey
Lemon drink! And should we take a whiff
Of such- such snappy splashy splunkydashy;
We'll caress the truth of Yellow... Flashy!
The delight of all around you, only if you look! If everythings moody, create the shine.
Beautiful Freaks
Every Size-every Fashion
Loud
Strange
Popped Culture

Slow movers
Hip-ster Retro Chick

Wait Now that's A GUY
Dyed Hairs
Soul-less
Glare

Stores and Bores
Homeless
Snores
Picking Trash
While
Searching Eyes Through

Urban Mob

Crowds and crowds
Of Skinny Jean-ed Legs
Curly Headed
Whit Boys Jam
Soulful Blues

Of What(?)
The Loss Of Saturday
Cartoons...(?)

Cheap Dates
Dark Eyed
Grungy Beauty
Hidden By Lost Meaning

Of Splashy Sub-Culture
My First LA ArtWalk Last Night
-First Impressions (Mean EVERYTHING)
Goin to New England for a couple of weeks
won't have to deal with any NYC creeps
I'll be livin in a cabin on a White Mountain peak
Layin low, coolin my jets in some splashy creek
it's been a ****** of a summer, so to speak
Though in August I had a little hot streak
9/12 I'm back, and won't be meek
to **** the numbers with the havoc that I wreak

Mose Allison:
Your Mind is on Vacation

jbm
8.25.86
NYC
gave his to my sales manager
Travis Green Dec 2022
Your kickass splashy masculineness
Makes me wanna lapse into your strapping magicalness
Digest the delectable eclectic depths
Of your tastefully unparalleled
And sexalicious captivatingness

Slim succulent Prince Charming
Your tempting sensual touch
Entrances my mind, body, and soul
Your uncontrollable glowing dopeness
Makes me wanna stroll my hands
All over your handsome heavenly flesh

Feel every inch of your supremely
Prodigious and splendiferous sweetness
Kiss your manly tasty lips
Slide my fingers on your divine thick beard
Your lekker yellow cheeks

Look intently into your dreamy dark eyes
Find myself lost in your maze of enchantment
Your muscular seductive thugness
Untouchable luscious hot stuff
Your unsurpassed passionate masculineness
Has me entrapped in your breezy splashy majesty
Wishing to **** your throbbing joy stick

Shake it in my face, taste it on my tongue
Feel it run down my throat
Make me choke while you ***** my head
Push me down on your dopeness
Make me worship your flaming and undying machoness
Your vast, mantastical rareness

Moist glorious alluringness
Grab hold of my supple, top-heavy hush puppies
Squeeze my brazenly blossoming rocklike points
Give me your erotically ******* and storming hot love
Turn me around, tell me to bend over

Stuff it deep in my guts
Let me ******* feel it
Affect me, caress me, test my homosexualness
Render me helpless
As your thick glistening *******
Devastates my delectable softness

Enrapture my innerness, shake my world
Move my feminineness
Melt me in your adventurous seamless tenderness
Draw me closer to your electric majestic finesse
Smack my gorgeously stupendous rear-end

Bang me relentlessly
Make history with my creamy, velvety architecture
Oh, ***** nasty Zaddy
****** in and out of my guts
Make me love every ardent hard-hitting stroke

Hear your masterly masculine moans
How your soft earthy hands slither all over my back
Make me gasp and grasp your flexing, fragrant arms
Marvel at your savagely strapping thighs and virile veined legs
Fiery and daring lover boy
So surpassingly bedazzling and dashing

Your rigidly kissable and slick exquisiteness
Has me caught up in your litness
Feeling your hardness
The way you go crazy when you penetrate my tasty candy store
Make me punch drunk when you run through my existence

Make me back my thang up
To feel you deconstruct me more and more
Let me embrace your heavy-duty pulchritudinous rudeness
As you look into my magical jet-black eyes
Show me how you utilize your macho godlike pipe

Send me into a dreamy and mind-bending trance
Rewind your game, bring me into your wild inviting flame
Let me feel all of you in my sweetness
Freak me steady, come get my ****
Make me take your ****

Open my ****, blow my back out
Enshroud me in your desirableness
Preside over my insides
Make me extra wet with your energetic
And sweet-smelling incredibleness

Take me into your blossoming
And eye-popping boulevard
Of bright buzzing splendor
Fence me in your sensual king-cellent immenseness
Sniff my deeply delicious and perfumed skin

Send me, moist narcotic prodigy
With every hot, masterful touch
You make me so high on your delightfulness
The way you move your impressive velvet hammer in my tightness
Got me feeling it while you hit it from the back

Got me mad bent while you exhibited your belligerent nature
Your flowingness is so cold
Your smoke steals the show
The way you tackle my ***
Make me your *****

Demonstrate your magic tricks
With your impeccable made-to-measure flex
Settle your incredible hands
On the smoothness of my perfect tender flesh
Make me so spellbound by your profoundness
As you spout out your frothy macho sauce
In my safe-deposit box
He is the last of all the dragons

With the fire in their hearts.

On the mountainside he lounges,

And drinks himself apart.

Languidly he lies about

And lonely, he does sip

From his large, golden goblet

Till there’s nothing but a drip.



You see,

Once he had companions,

Fellow Dragons like himself;

But then there came The Great Flood

Which moved with speed and stealth.

It rushed over the plains so fast,

Crushing all that crossed it’s way.

Dragons everywhere fell tumbling to the ground

With a roar and a rumble;

Such tremendous sound.

Dragons fell about with a mighty, splashy thud!

Now the land is all in tatters

And dragons beneath the mud.



Apart from the lonely dragon

With the fire in his heart.

He sits upon the mountainside

And he drinks himself apart.
Written sometime in 2012
Dane Johnson Apr 2012
Die me a dreamy death.
For when beauty floats on the wind
And you notice the moments only fleeting

Sitting on slides in the sun are better together
It's raining splashy puddles around this, a lovely sit.
You don't lay in the grass often enough, my dear.

Turn the lights off and see through the darkness of the world. Those speckles of twinkle shining are proof that heaven's light is eternal.
Divinity lies in the Nature night-light spreading soft white glows.

Lively life jubilee, if only someday we'll be.

Die me a dreamy death because the water floats warmer leaves here.
Julianna Eisner Apr 2014
Millennial stones trickling through continuums of space and time,
burying regressed evolutions and recycled tin can trauma
In lapse, I forgot about the sun and the moon
and chills on a pillow-y cloud,
the nested bunnies, cozy and dormant,
and discarded rotten tomatoes,
a bushel in a heap, as feed for desperate flies,
eating fruits of some other labour
On a chariot of rusted steel,
(that click clack chain)
I found a place and fell asleep under a shady willow
Awoke from ultra-violet sun sparkles
dancing through whispering leaves,
placing this right-hand in that right-hand that
smooths over tired brows and cups dozy dreamy eyes
Resting heavy heads on soft hearts,
gently rising and falling,
inhaling and exhaling breath that

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      F                                                     a
                            L
                                 ­                                                 t               ­            S

like seeds of a cattail, dispersing and grounding
in perfect circle...
perpetual motion...
symbiosis...
the only truth that is
Present
Out from under the shaded canopy,
we race down to the beach and under the pier,
with splashy waves and guarding gulls
where we can laugh and dream in the
millennial stones trickling through continuums of space and time
Marrion Kiprop Sep 2016
Long ago
Long before the dawn of his youth
Lived a boy, a young boy
A boy who had a dream
A childhood dream.
He would lay at the forest glade
And gaze, gaze in wonder
At the peculiar workings of the earth.
He would count all the birds of the sky
Wander into the dark forest deep
Stroll by the humming river
And paint with all the colors of the earth.
The night's inner glow,
The wild's cheerful tune;
All of earth's splashy marvel
Would prompt his thoughts
To travel the world
In search of a secret.
The blue waters of the Pacific seemed a decent start, he thought
Perhaps a swim in the depths of Waikiki Beach
Or a hike up Mt. Rainier
A stroll in the scenic wonderlands of Northern Idaho
Maybe a nice dinner in Broadmoor Hotel at Colorado Springs
Or build a cabin in Minnesota's lake country
A day picnic at Mt. Chocorua
A quick walk down Boston Common
Or a Tulip time at Bronx,
Drifted his mind.
Bend of Susquehanna, Cayuga Lake, Chesapeake Bay, Rehoboth Beach
Flashed upon his sight.
Then one day, not long ago
To his surprise
He found the secret
Veiled in one who owns his heart.
Blair Baker Dec 2018
I wonder if trees feel pain when asked to accept a season's passed?
Or if the path trodden with footprints side by side, grieves when only one returns.
Leaves drop, but I hear no crying.
Rain falls, but puddles call the children near.
I'd like to be a tree whose branches bend with the turning winds
Or the muddy trail full of splashy laughter and grins
But it's Winter and the wind of change cuts, icy blades, and my tender roots are battered and torn.
So I will wait until Spring arrives, and with her Hope.
She will dry my tears and shake off the dust.
Show me beauty I can love and trust.
She will fill my baskets to the rim.
And heal my heart deep within.
Travis Green Nov 2022
Nasty splashy majesty
Aromatic eye-catching rarity
You are my thrashing treasure chest
Of seemingly splendiferous dreams
Your extra effervescent exemplariness is
A grabbing gem gleaming
With limitless stupendous interestingness

Your **** sweet heat hits me deeper
Than a high-powered big-game bullet
Than an explosive electric lightning bolt
Super magical Casanova
Your crash-hot fast-moving smoothness
Makes me wanna cruise deep
Into your increasingly rich, sleek, and
Idyllic paradise of the most exalted pulchritude

I pine to be your divine guiding light
Let my peaceful and pleasing love
Blanket your blithe muscle-bound beauty
Rub my rhythmic hands all over
Your saucy macho architecture
****** your lovingly ***** lips
Your stellar silken mustache
Sink into sinfully steamy long nights
Where our wonderfully wild worlds
Travel in time, united in undivided
And unsurmountable love
Knight pen Nov 2024
GEM💎
  I speculate your beauty in these world
With this splendour isn't of blood
For I couldn't identify who's nameplate own
For which your smiling face is but a rare gem 💎

When you speak, thousand of  aid ⛑️, added up to my den
For which caused me,me of all people
Spate because Iwas in gaze
Your face are fireflies which flew around my pen 🖊️
Glittering,how so bright in the darkness
Your heart I see, it's unsaken Star ⭐✨
        
Well I don't think 💬 more to fetch
Since I really ****** fight through my dream
Dragging all my soul,this maybe the only reason I get with thee
And I know you, would show up
Since you and I need one soul

You've get this splendour bodybuilding
And it's very splashy to everyone
For it's like a star to every wondering bark
What could a man speculate about an angel
Who showed in my books,my dream,when I take a look at the summer's faces and even in the mid night 🌃,when it's dark 🌑,you shine.
    
This has been what I've long wait for
For which I left for a journey which I could not noted an headline for
I went to Sea, drowning at the waves
But not did I see but only the image of yours
What I desire for
When though, I've shun from the sea to the sky,
Looking at the galaxy, nothing amoung your part I do see
Natural you are ,how are you
If be it,what and many years
That had passed without you without you and I been loved
It is but a waste in this world 🌎

Allow me your love,to serve as a wheel of change
In my life,I wish a change
If your love could effect
You and I should be singular
I shall build you a spaza in my heart.
A poem about a secret admitre,been In love,but unknown to heart so sadly love and joy
Should we ***** those Skies to settle the Cream
And infuse Wicked Rhythms to your Fruit
Flowers of such Scents do pose by the Ream
And Mark this Herald-of-Excellence by June
Benign such Time - the Time of Merry-Month
Where Splashy Bonds condensate into Friends
A Dab on his Nose - Smiles bloom to the South
Apart from his Fly such Model amends
But to you dear Promise Rain your Career
Relieve Printed Points from Tweets inspire
Where Prime Sports Pop merge Belief in arrear
And place his Breath to your Mouth respire.
Oh, those Songs! How merry Sentiments sing
Naught, naught yet besought; Those Empowerments bring.
#lemonyworld
judy smith Sep 2016
Jonathan Saunders, the newly appointed presumptive heir to DVF, paid homage to the brand's heritage while showcasing his own vision during an intimate presentation Sunday at New York Fashion Week.

The Scottish designer took the reins as DVF's chief creative officer in May, but made it clear he's not necessarily filling Diane von Furstenberg's iconic shoes.

"It's just different shoes, you know? It's not like I'm replacing her in any way. It's just a different chapter for the company," Saunders said while insisting von Furstenberg is still very much the cornerstone of the brand.

Von Furstenberg, a Fashion Week staple, was not on hand for Saunders' debut presentation at a sparse industrial space in the Manhattan's Meatpacking District.

The collection played with bold colors, patterns and mixed textures.

Romantic florals paired with playful polka dots, and metallic dresses were adorned with fur wraps.

"I wanted the collection to be kind of this melting ***," Saunders explained. "Eclectic mixtures of different prints from different places and times brought together in one collection. I thought that was kind of an exciting way to start."

The signature wrap dress appeared throughout with fresh silhouettes and asymmetrical hemlines, including a structured kimono, a silky romper and a color-blocked scarf dress.

Sometimes the wrap was simply implied through cuts and movement on plunging blouses and sequined, layered frocks.

"It's more about taking it not so literally and just trying to transfer into a product that feels considered and modern and developed. A lot of the bias-cut dresses still have that same sense of ease, but they are pushing things forward," said Saunders.

Von Furstenberg is known for splashy fashion shows featuring celebrity-driven social media buzz. Last season's event included It Girls Kendall Jenner, Gigi Hadid, Karlie Kloss and Irina Shayk.

But according to CEO Paolo Riva, priorities have shifted.

"I think that the fashion show is trying to cover too many things: speaking to press, inviting celebrities, opinion leaders, bloggers and friends, and now see-now, buy-now. It's too much for one moment and because this is the first collection from Jonathan, this is a moment where we really wanted to have the opportunity to leave the noise out," said Riva.

Saunders' back-to-basics approach included one-on-one meetings with journalists, a simple display of clothes on racks with six models perched in the background.

"I think at the end of the day the customer is interested in clothes and I'm hoping we're entering into a chapter where all of the nonsense doesn't matter as much as having something that you just feel fabulous in," he said.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/vintage-formal-dresses
susan Jul 2015
grey skies
feed the grass
    & expand the earth
          which swallows seeds
for splashy blossoms.
Travis Green Mar 2023
When I lay my midnight black eyes
On his spicy delightful invitingness
His sunny sublime smile
His fresh gorgeous lips
His thick distinguished beard

I lose all control, craving to flow
Into his brilliant, glassy volcano
Bursting with fiery, fierce freshness
Sip on his dynamite hyper-hot kryptonite
His classical magical splashiness

Taste his imperial lyrical sheerness on my tongue
While he stuns my senses
Leaves me dumbstruck, pumped up, and drugged up
Covered with sudden streaming sweat
Shrouds me in his bright desirous arousingness
Overpowers me with his topflight white-hot delightsomeness

Showers my entireness with the intensity
Of his supereminent transcendent supremeness
Make my heart beat bouncily
Make me weak in the knees
Drowning in the sea of his exhilarating and spectacular manfulness

My valiant amorous sensation
With his splashy barbarous rareness
His dangerously magical and mantastical magneticness
He sets me aflame with how he rains
His tremendously eye-grabbing and hard-hitting game
Upon my unadulterated bodacious frame

Take great delight in his marvelous exotic uncommonness
Longing to touch his utterly clean-cut and striking construction
Escape into his visually delicious and appealing gateway
Of measureless mesmeric grandeur
Where he enchantingly dances and serenades me

Permeates me with blazing hot sensations
With his macho hypnotic essence
He steals every inch of my innocence
Has me mad spazzing out, floating in his bold, potent smoke
Lost in his personable and unconquerable charmingness

I fall into his breathtakingly treasurable realm
Of legendary poetic extraordinariness
Feel how his emotions run deeply
Into the vessel of my peerless queerness
How he has me riding on the wings
Of his brilliant, inventive ****** love
Travis Green Nov 2022
Let me feel the immensity
Of your savage smashing instrument
Deep in my flawless flowery factory
Craft your rare black magic within me
Bewitch me, tease me, keep me in your closeness

Shake your big thick meat
Then squeeze it back in me
Give me your incomprehensible
And menacing sensuousness
Search through my huts

Excite me, spank me, put your game on me
Captivate and obliterate my gayness
Ride me like a top-notch snow-white stallion
Push your best-selling action-packed package
Further into my moist, tempting hotness

Communicate with my inner space
Make my creation shake frantically
Romance my inspiring and shining voluptuosity
Make my bite-worthy eye-candy cheeks
Bounce against your masterfully
Bedazzling and strapping flesh

*** me up with your hypnotically
Heart-stopping eloquence
With your unflinching steamy masculinity
Serve me your spectacularity
Go deep into my precious perfumed palace
Of remarkably eye-grabbing attractions

Hot off the press effective pleasurer
Handwrite your desirable inviting delightsomeness
Into my bright, mesmerizing entireness
Make my muscles twitch
Make me release booming oohs and aahs

Feel your rigid thrilling bigness
Break into my insides
Make me sweaty as ****
While I feel your ample considerable force
You watch me give in to thee

The way you impale thee
***** deep in my swollen sweetness
Cause my eyes to roll
Cause me to ***** your massive, supernatural arms
To maintain my balance

You feel so ******* amazing in me
With your hands on my belly
With your ******* meshed with my walls
Giving me all your rude groovy hugeness
You gyrate in me

You play around with my perfect magical playground
Irresistibly fascinating sensation
You give me grand measureless pleasure
Make my nerve endings convulse
With your earth-shaking and pulsating pulchritude

You are so delicious and unpredictable
So threatening to my homosexualness
I breathe your splashy, incomparable, and
Legendary breeziness into my system
Bask in thee, feel thee creep into my source of glorious secrets

Send the tenderness of my existence
Give me your long, bomb sausage
More and more, let me embrace
Your earthbound, glorified storm
Your tremendous and effective stamina

The way you ****** my sumptuous man ****
Make me gaze in awe at thee
How you take me away from me
Make me do anything to please my king
Give you my world

Let you disturb every fraction of my guts
Feel your rapid-fire verbal electricity
Feel your wild sinister tongue flick
All over my ****** hypnotic flesh
Go crazy in the depths of my gayness
Let me be confined to your powerfully divine flex

Feel you disassemble my dimension
With my mouth wide open
Trying to take it like a champ
As you devastate every ounce of my softness
Make my limbs move everywhere
Squirt your sweet, bubbly man milk
On my arched, vulnerable back
Travis Green Oct 2022
Your taut corking glory
Has me impossibly sauced
Tattooed pumped-up chest
Monster bang-up biceps
Radiant champion abs
Pythonic out-of-sight thighs

Wonderfully heavenly-worthy legs
Mandorable and top-scoring gorgeousness
Astonishing macho charm
Blazing hot heavyweight hardness
Overmastering crackerjack rarity
Your debonairness is beyond compare

Your sexually appealing voice
Allures my rainbow realm
Your masterly crashing passion
Leads me deep into pure
And perpetual paradise
How you revv up
Your illuminating amorous flex

High-spirited immortal **** boy
So lustfully destructive
So massively muscled
Glowing gropeable dopeness
I can’t resist your immeasurably
Hairy and superb immersiveness

The way you slowly stroke
Your rigidly delicious and man-size pipe
Get all into it, moans rising, lickable lips shining
Maximum magical highs in full effect
Such a defiantly dreamy heavy-hitter
Your brilliantly dazzling expressions

Give me a heady ****** buzz
Rude, metallic smash
You are so perfectly proportioned
A sick sticky treat
Endless sizzling hotness
A blooming youthful beauty

Your gorgeous oiled-up buns get to me
Your smooth ***** hair enraptures me
I crave to create ardent far-out dreams
With your awesome, all-conquering sauce
And as I gawp at you fondling your pocket rocket
Confident dominant prodigy

Your fire hot flex is so mind-blowingly cold
So inexpressibly delectable and edible
You are a newfound crowning world for me to explore
To glory in the more you stroke your yummy yo-yo
Flex so ******* hard as you blast
Splashy staggering spectacularness everywhere
People were enjoying a respite
from the pandemic on
welcoming ocean shores
Paradise beach was polka dot with people
a pelican skimmed over the water
And a splashy boat surfed
across the aquamarine
waves frolicked gently
thankfully not too rough
David and I held hands as we
eased into the cool, healing waters
Queen of the Sea held us in her
buoyant, billowing arms
rocking us to and fro...
Travis Green Jul 2022
I have the burning urge to immerse
My inner world into your enrapturing shimmering attraction
Feel your unsurpassable mantastical passion
Immaculate debonair boulevardier
You carry me to the deepest dreamiest heavens
You entrance my intellect
You romance my delectable sexable vessel

Your stellarly sculpted chest
Feels so comfortable against my phenomenal unstoppable cha-chas
Your hotness makes me taut
Your rude rock-hard pulchritude
Soothes my smooth, sultry body
You charm every part of my bone
In all your fervent earth-shattering rareness

There is measureless perfectness
Surging throughout your immersiveness
Such luscious thundering muscles
Freshalicious venerable lover man
You are my splashy swag king
A crowned sound dream
Resplendent with stupendous gleaming wonderment
Your unconquerably dominant structure
Makes my heartland hover in utter speechless seduction

I drown in your unbounded profoundness
Enshrouded in your desirable spellbinding delight
You melt me in your lush tuff hot stuff
You are a glowing, growing wildfire in my soul
Increasing in scope, composing spectacular
Noteworthy notes on the creative canvas
Of my rainbow superego
Travis Green Jun 19
I was so beyond-boy-blissed out
So far gone on him
That I was meandering
In endless labyrinths
Of macho-soaked fantasies
Of his enchantingly dreamy handsomeness

He was so much more than splashy
Over-the-moon-and-beyond splashy
Send-me-to-the-stars splashy
Transport-me-to-euphoria splashy
Too smooth, too, too, too **** smooth to the max

With that dope-***, kick-*** vibe
That had me so wild about him
He had me high off his fire sauce
Calling out his name at 3 am

I was drenched in his majestic masculinity
His chest, glowing like the green trees, serene leaves,
And immense oceans that touched my soul
His beard was poetry I wanted
To feel, kiss, and never let go

I felt him in my bloodstream
In my veins with his gangbuster game
I hankered for him in so many ways
In lifetimes, in incomparable years
That shimmered in my mind
Travis Green Mar 2023
Tell me why I dig his indescribably intriguing slickness
More than anything in the world, why do I look deep
Into his ardent avocado eyes and pine for his entireness
To entwine with mine, to kiss his appealingly pink lips

Lick his intensely brown and handsome beard
To feel his bewitchingly attentive and sensitive ears
Why have I got such a helluva crush on his flawless ****** robustness
Coveting to touch his fabulously magical and strapping shoulders

Rest my head against his wonderfully long and rock-solid arms
Feel his heavy-duty groovy pecs, nuzzle his muscles
With my lovable hands, craving to swim deep into his enchantingly
Extravagant and flabbergasting masculinity

To bask in every fraction of his splashy smashing staggeringness
Tell me why do I got a thing for his striking spiked hair
Why do his assertiveness and masterfulness appeal to me
Why do I wanna be with him so **** bad and share our worlds

Relax my palms against his sleek, sculptured abs
His bright, tight, and unrivaled V-line, slide my tantalizers
All around his legit slurpable stick, swirl the tip of my tongue
On his monstrous scrumptious plums, service him unreservedly

Unearth every compelling element of his dreamy flexing splendor
Clap hands on his bare bite-worthy backside
Slap his sexually attractive *** cheeks, finger his mad hunky man hole
While he takes my rad stacked rack by force

Glory in his lurid Explorable gorgeosity, tell me why I am so soft
On his toxic top-drawer masculinity, why do I wanna venture
His fully rigid dimension resplendent with prize-winning supremeness
Why do I feel like I can float in the sky when I peep at his flashy smile

Why do I feel so feverish and weak in my physique
When I linger on him licking my keen warm ears
Trail his spectacular muscular grabbers all around
My inveigling and scintillating creation

Tell me why I am addicted to a snazzy swagged-out bad boy
Why he got me in my feelings, wishing to kick it with him
For months on end, sink into everything that shines within him
Let him be my bread and butter, my lover boy to enjoy forever
I want to show you,
Everything, in this life,
that is beautiful.

Everything... Anything.

I want to collapse the breadth,
of star-speckled sky,
into something small enough,
that it blooms, eternally
from the palm, of your hand.

I want to chase you up
forested trails,
and down alpine valleys,
to see the simple,
awestruck expression
fill your eyes,
as Mother Earth,
beckons you.

Swaying, meditatively
with her fruity bunches,
of bountiful branches,
looming over sturdy shoulders,
and the tune, of avian choruses,
capturing your interest...
undivided.

I want to kiss you, through rain storms,
and caress you,
through ferocious, roaring blizzards...
and make love, to you
in front of flickering bonfires,
as apples release, from trees,
and plummet to their quiet rest.

If the atmosphere, was our canvas,
I would paint it, over
with scenic, splashy murals,
of me, and you.
Locked, into an endless loop,
of exploration, and ecstasy.

While the Earth, itself
shuddered breathlessly,
around our peaceful,
dreaming, hearts, beating
in a synchronized throb...

Our interwoven souls,
would go on,
dancing, divinely

through daylight,
and darkness.

...I dream...of a world,
with you,
that eclipses,
even the light,

of the sun.
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Travis Green Feb 2023
He will be my dazzling dream guy
That shines throughout time and space
That excites and engages my gayness
That makes me crave his adventurous
And venerable masterpiece
His mouthwatering and shining allure

I revel in his prepossessing and refreshing manliness
His delectableness overwhelms me
His rare colorful superbness
Warms me like an extra heavy velvety blanket
Makes me wanna sip on his wicked high-level ****
Like mouth-filling and pleasing whiskey

With his full juicy lips, a formidable chin
A substantial silken beard, a bold stupendous nose
Consuming umber eyes that draw me
Into his splashy passion-red galaxy
Makes me sashay toward his gorgeous straightness
My awesome gaudy prodigy

I fantasize about sleeping with him
In his soothing solid arms
Lost in an incomparable fairytale world
Feeling his sheer perfect verve
I am in love with his robustness
I inhale his seductive hot stuff

I become incessantly feverish
The more I lust after his luscious buzzworthy thugness
Worship his ravishingly crashing and thrashing rapturousness
Overthinking about his ultra-coveted muscularity
Feening for him, basking in his incandescent
And effervescent freshness

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