Matthew R. Callies

Bubble Butts and Bulges

In the neon glow where shadows dance,

A crowd of twinks in a sultry trance.

Scantily clad, they strut and sway,

Bubble butts and bulges steal the day.

 

Glitter on skin, a shimmering tease,

Taut fabric clings with effortless ease.

Hips that roll like waves on the shore,

Each step a spark, igniting more.

 

Eyes like fire, they flirt and flaunt,

In the pulsing night, they taunt and haunt.

Cheekbones sharp, their laughter sings,

A chorus of freedom, no need for wings.

 

Tangled in heat, they own the scene,

Confidence bold, their bodies keen.

From twilight’s edge to dawn’s soft hush,

Bubble butts and bulges, a radiant rush.