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The Stuff





Character composition of a brotherly bodybuilder
Arms as big as both of mine
                              Jeeze that guy must need loads and loads of protein
I imagine his hairy yet waxed body in certain places
Lust
But pure intrigue
Singled out as a higher self
                                             I would ride him
                                                            Show him who is boss
I would at once, put on his huge giant clothes.
Pretend to be his higher self and walk with pride
                                             Casually tripping over my own massive feet
I could afford anything to buy him
                                             I could say i love him, and he knows it
I could wear his outfits and get sweaty and hard
I would run in his boxer briefs
                                             To feel where he is most comfortable
Slide on his socks
                              Lick them before they grace my feet
Taste the mans core
A place so worked, yet none would admire
I would explore pieces of my fringe alter ego
                                             Definitely dress him up like a ken doll
Hold his hand until dripping/leaking sweat
Knowing nobody would dare say a word about us to a man his size.
A sensitivity in his very seductive glance
Tender, loving touch, traces pyramids in my wrist
A knowledge of hey bud, i love you.
Thank you. I know. ;)
Secretive powerful entities                                                                                                     entrap my energy
The master trickster                                                                                                                  being that is sold
That is traded                                                                                                                             one self
That is odd                                                                                                                                  yet very complex
Figurative natural sound                                                                                           A poetic prose
A state of being/colour wheel                                                                                                rainbow love
Life entwined                                                                                                                             places unheard of
A state of wonder-but placement into an alter of corrupted thoughts-a stealth by nature
A virtual western suicide bomber-not fashioned in weaponry-or chemicals-but energy
A process of thought                                                                                                                deceived @ every turn
@ great mind                                                                                                                              luving the inherited
Knowledge
The wisdom that cannot be bought or traded or sold.         Or even stolen.
You must be  invited to express yourself and your beautiful singular mind
Thoughts of everything as digital repatriation
                                                                           Would single one out for targeted sense
A knowing unheard of
First of its kind                                                 artistically speaking
An incarnate of many                                    that cannot articulate/comprehend
                                                                                          The magnanimity of the situation @ play
                                                            Beauty to me      Beauty to you
                                                            A self of many
                                                            Yet led totally RAVER astray
Seduced by colour so fictional
In place
Seems rather trivial to me
Wonder of a thought out of place
Vibe out of self
A video game
Crazy/perverse realities
Playing out in hyper duality
Springing into action
Per second
No spectrum
Only shaded illusion of the colour wheel
Buy me, buy this, i will sell  a soul of my senseless self.
I don’t understand my very nature of being