I’d forgotten how much I loved staring at his
**** eyes, the curve of his magnificent lips,
contrasting symmetry reeling me into his
beautiful smile, the smoothness of his hands
all gloriously detailed, his invigorating cologne
so addictive, so calming to my heart.  He was
a perfect man with strong arms and shoulders,
ripped chests filled with **** tattoos, sleek abs
so enthralling, astonishing, soft thighs so flawlessly
formed.  How could I not stop loving him, wanting
him, longing to share a sweet kiss under the stars
and moonlight, the golden glow of the grassland
a remarkable scene streaming in my veins.
I loved everything about his world, his swagging
soul, his melanin fineness, the way he stepped
on the block, the way he made my heart feel
like it could fall apart, how my words felt
like they were freezing before I could even speak,
my dark brown eyes lost in him, wondering
how a man like him could look so **** gorgeous,
every perimeter of his physique so intriguing,
giving me a rush as I marveled at his majesty.
He was my heaven, a charming man, an intellectual
man that had me covered in his love, falling
deeper in his black magic, everything
that he stood for in life.