Monday, January 23, 2012

Nick Ayler

Neither demure or peckish would describe the
throbbing sensation of you...


a bombastic explosion of sexuality and rawness...


a splendid provocateur, maintaining plausible deniability
in the midst of molten ecstasy.


A playful, mirthful, zephyr....a sprite most astute....


an alternating tiger, then cub, taunting me with
reckless abandon.


You seem so blissfully unaware, yet
that Adonis physique did not chisel itself.


You are that weathered old man's soul in that
hustler-youth fresh virginal body...


creating a hungry and insatiable vibe that
resonates through my essence.

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