Want Some Smoke? oregonleatherballs
Hypnosmoke 2
Oregonleatherboy
It was
impossible
to see now
how perfectly
set up he had us
Three drunk men
enamored by all the shiny gear.
Latex?
rubber?
Was it leather?
Soft-looking textile
tough and tantalizing
squeaked sin
soulfully
into the pores
opened up doors
into the alpha industries
or licking an alphas armpit
Looking up at the shadow
of the biker's sinful gear
rocking and shining
black leather baseball cap
with sunglasses that emanated
Green reflections back.
Shiny silver leather suit
zipped open revealing
an alpha industries t-shirt
bright white
heavy on silver jewelry
bounced off of.
Loud and cranky
Distracting
The iris of young men's eyes
bounced around like a circus
character which appeared
before them like a dream.
Cowboy boots with Spurs
those thin gloves
that Mafia dudes don
putting gaudy rings over top
Leather stretched across fingers
as if it were skin of their own
Thug looking clown
with a big smile.
Small talk
Big grin suggesting sin
suddenly drunkenness consumed
biker assured them it
would help to sober them up
Sliding the helmet onto head
took a little force
the biker ‘s
leather
gloves
tightened
around the man's neck.
Drunkenly swaying from side to side
his thoughts subsumed from the conscious
twice clenching his fist
against the sides of helmet
Which suddenly slid down
Like ice cream melting down the wrist
on a hot August afternoon
sitting center blacktop
soaking up, instead of reflecting
the heat of our solar solarium
like the submission of his soul
absorbed sexual arousal
from his strangers ass
Erect his cock bursted into spasms or sexual orgies splattering semen
seamlessly into underwear less free-balling burst of ball juice soon soaking through seams
glistening due to light beams from solar screams from outer space dreams
his cum gleamed on the man's face and arms and he hopped on the motorcycle.
Closest simple glance but it gave a complete direction on what to do and how to move forward.
Sports nor caR s don't do anything for me
Nor would I do anything for cars or sports….
beams of neon sky straddling streetlight drunkenly
looking like a kite against full moon night dizzily
across ocular percept
intercepted by peculiar crossing of boundary call the hounds as revving of engine made clear
that me would pay dear
Wishing it was near
with a look of leer
Cigar smoke and beer
One leather glove on wheel of the other one copping a feel to which push and shove to beat of dubb
Petting privates, oh dear
Pulling me near
like my body was plastic and this
yuppie was surgeon
Doctor of sexual coercion
had set the aversion
Causing a inversion
that wet the perversion
like runaway train on cheek
Disappear Into My Cloud
https://oregonleatherballs.blogspot.com/2020/03/disappear-into-my-cloud.html
