A death-metal, confused combination of
the disparate male persuasions that I love
mixed in with the grizzled and rugged things
are parts that define an eloquent masculinity
a mind running steadily through life’s equations
a heart beating heavily against Death’s invitations
a face holding pure semblance to any warrior king’s
and full of remembrance of all that it’s eyes have seen
his voice falls softly on the ears of those he holds dear
to his enemies, its sound connects itself wholly to fear
articulate and wise over that which this man presides
freedom’s very essence burns from deep behind his eyes
if the Gods perfected a man-brew for me specifically
built of a strange variation of what’s sexy to me
he’d fall somewhere between Batman and Matthew McConaughey
balanced by Prince Florizel, Dr. Silence and Sean Connery
his actions have no time to speak before they’re done
as he executes his moves without a word to anyone
he harbors the spirits of the most ancient beings
hardcore and savage like the lost warrior king
at the same time, he’s infused by intelligence
he writes poetry and plays musical instruments
a worldly perspective of all that he sees
the deepest of thought behind all he perceives
he can wield a battle-axe or calmly opt to speak
write a masterpiece in the timeframe of a week
this imaginary man would undoubtedly have to be
made up of Sherlock Holmes’ exquisite mentality
part DeNiro, part DiCaprio, with a dash of Dillahunt
Doc Hollywood, Shawnee Tecumseh and Timothy Olyphant
he’d never bitch or moan about irrelevant detail
he can drive, fly, swim, fight, think and hit a nail
he can wrench on an engine or write musical sheets
he can solve math equations in his deepest of sleep
he is not shy but has no need to stand out
he remembers things his mama told him about
he loves his Gods and hates universal ideology
some days he holds fast – sometimes, he sets free
he sings along with the tunes as they come to him
with words he replaces with singular improvisation
his nature is funny as Hell but warmly composed
high Native cheekbones and an aquiline nose
he would be made from varying traits and elements
pieced together like in a patchwork of history’s best
You don’t want much do ya girl? Lol
I wouldn’t have sex with me though, I would probably survive and if I died I don’t have 150 million. Sorry about that darlin lol
Hahaha!
Its a nice fantasy though, right? 😊
Yeah, I mean knowing you’re so good at sex you stopped their heart must make you smile lol
That’s HARDLY where I’m coming from, but it sure makes me sound bulletproof. 😎
Where we’re you coming from?
I just thought it was a funny meme, to be boringly honest…
There’s nothing much boring about you. But I’m on your level now. How come the recent adventures into the sexual life? Are you bored or something?
Despite it seeming as if I have had some poetic sexual epiphany, these were written and posted in the past but I felt the need to revive some of my stuff that isn’t so fucking depressing and dark as it’s become lately…
Oh I see. I can see why you might do that.
How are you feeling though?
Reminded me of an old Uncle of mine, describing the perfect wife. “A deaf, mute, nymphomaniac who owned a liquor store”. He married an ex-Nun, died on their honeymoon at 69, after an all day wine-tasting seminar, how damn ironic. 👀 ♥ * ͜ * ♥ 👀
….only an uncle of yours, Georgie….
♡♡♡
My aunts didn’t go for NUns………………
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