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Poetry: The Enigma of His Frame

Literature Misunderstood as a kiss,
Its bliss intoxicating,
Life flowing and blowing to and fro…
Its gloominess in the darkness waving as the breeze blows
The waves from a gentle to a belligerent state of imprisoned
Happiness… Toes saturated in the warm sand
Where the moon reflects in the rippled current,
Half man, stands in the distance; calm and dim light echo’s his features,
Exposes and reveals himself… Candy coated skin tone,
Salted caramel taste basted with a fit stomach…
Taunting any eyes who wants it,
The body erects from the breast,
My chest, an exposed excitement,
Tantalizing as he stands, shirtless…
Shoeless… Sockless...
Just shorts that he tends wear too low in the front,
Divulging a shaved undercarriage,
As I… My undercarriage gazes on in amazement…
His engagement with life stagnates time,
Even intoxicates the likeness of wine
With such a fine line of perfection…
Light glistering off his frame in perfect sequences
With the breeze blowing the waves and reflecting the moonlight dancing off his frame
As if to manipulate the impact of beauty;
This vision,
A secret of an envisioned daydream kept for wonder…
Pondering his every step as his calves rips through his skin in a muscular fascination of astonishment,
I—watching him, wondering if he would speak
Or if this is but a blind beach;
If lunch were stuck in my teeth if I were to speak,
Or if he would take me,
From lip to chin, chest to flesh… Recovering, fighting my breath,
Struggling to see my fingertips pierce his pecks,
Squeezing my pelvic until ecstasy is no longer a stranger to me…
Closing my eyes and hoping that I could never wake from this elation
Where pleasure becomes a limited explanation of what is imaged as heavenly,
Or even lying… My legs wrapped in his,
His breath, tickling the sweat on my chest as my fist clinches;
Daydreaming and waiting to molest this specimen of perfection,
Watching the silhouette of him, the depiction of his offering,
Creasing through the wind, blowing his shorts,
Bulging what I hoping for a dismissal of passion…
I, like the ocean…
A potion for seduction….

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