As I watched his big ****
swaying in front of my brown
eyes, I was intrigued by his
illuminating creation, booming
streets, wild walls, heartland
of love vibrating hard throughout
the night, throbbing, hypnotic, soft
skin scented with swirling chocolate.
My hands massaging his majestic
foundation, his body tingling
with each shifting movement,
running my lips around his amazing
head, his moans growing louder
in the air, my hair swimming in sweat.
And I could feel a thousand tidal waves
jamming inside his thighs, sizzling steam
glowing bright every second, the perfect
moments expanding into epic explosions,
monumental motions, beautiful bones
boiling over, his back a mountain of bridges
gliding beneath the sparkling lights,
exuberant songs streaming within his
city crunk chests, my stomach full
off his satisfying science, extreme
physics, tasteful chemistry oozing
down the labyrinths of my lungs,
circling the eastern skies, all sensational,
astrological soulful manifestations,
magnificent machines standing in statuesque
stances.  His ravishing **** a corridor
of rocking records, hip hop funk, sublime
rivers moving along the surface of endless
lands, flesh so appealing, so romanticizing,
a lurid language stamped on my magnificent
*******, and his universe so inviting,
a destination of flourishing flights,
another destination of exquisite equations,
every part of me wanting to open the door
to outer galaxies and embrace the glittering
fantasies within his picturesque roadmap.