His lips are **** and thick, smooth sweetness
reeling my fingertips closer to his world,
to feel his emotions flow through me like
whooshing waves, to sink in his black beard,
breathing in the fragrant smell of his wavy hair.  

I want to embrace his waist where the gleaming
landscape shimmers in our presence, where the green
trees sway with its flourishing leaves, starbright
sensations filling our naked bodies, our hands
feeling the magic between us, our eyes lost
in each other’s dazzling design, escaping
into hot and sweaty *** on this enchanting occasion.