He is a majestic man,
a melanin king filled with enchanting handsomeness,
rare treasure sparkling in the nighttime seas where the stars
and moon shimmer in a golden wave of paradise,
enlightening my mind, brightening my brown eyes,
wavy black hair covered in glorious perfection,
his skin so marvelously made, an array of boundless poetry,
shouldering me in the oceans of his passion.
I could drift inside his spontaneity, his serene rhymes,
his vibrant and sultry voice, his extraordinary swagger
streaming in my system, a brown-skinned love of mine
decked in the most fly boxers, more like Ethika’s and Moschino’s.
I love his pleasing lips, his bright smile, his defined V-Line,
his slim physique, his powerful flow of words, an educated black
man representing for his neighborhood, possessing infinite strength,
profound knowledge, street smart, a heart of unparalleled dreams
shimmering like the vast streams dancing with the breeze
throughout the night.  
I am in love with his magnetism, his smooth arms, his chiseled
legs so striking and strong, a sharp and soulful man,
a dope man, a stunning man dripping
with blazing taste, how his essence encircles me,
enlivens my existence, how he reminds me
of a warm sunny day on the beach,
the bold eagles soaring above us, the white swans
swimming in calming blue seas, the whole landscape
a blossoming reflection of his grandeur.
When I gaze at his intriguing presence,
I can envision the rings of Saturn spinning
inside his soul, all magnificently mesmerizing,
gleaming Venus radiating magic in his manly chests,
joyous Jupiter syncing with the beautiful bridges
of our creation, timeless equations rooted in his cells,
great desires rising, his chemistry inviting, adding
fire to my dynasty, making me crave
every part of his body.