I wanted his love more than the rolling
rivers and mountains, the bright stars
and moon, the flourishing rose gardens
and green fields, his champagne eyes
a thousand slow jams circling in my heart,
high yellow cheeks I swear I could see the
heavens above.  I wanted to kiss him on his
**** lips, run my fingers around his thick
beard, the fine strands glistening on my skin,
a musical melody with a twist, a riveting
hook rocking my soul into outer worlds.
I wanted to feel his existence within me,
the space rockets gliding along the great
Milky Way, his Apollo enchantment
enveloping my mansion, pulling back the
extravagant curtains in the perfect position,
leading me into his luxurious bedroom,
lying me down in the soft sheets filled
with lustrous rose petals, making passionate
love to me on top of the balcony.