I never met a man like you,
someone who was so soulfully
strong and calming,
such enthralling swag,
such indescribable vibes
that made me fly higher
into his pure and perpetual galaxy.
I loved his marvelously smooth
and supple skin,
his dark, intelligent eyes,
his luxuriantly bushy beard,
his deliciously fresh lips,
his heavenly super-sensual body.
He was my calling.
I was falling in his pond
of a thousand depths,
savoring his sweetest smiles,
the way he strolled
in my thrilling and beautiful sight,
the way my heart slowed down,
to capture his astounding handsomeness,
I wanted to come to him,
a bold and benevolent man,
and lay on his warm and hard chest,
my lean slender fingers
moving in circular motions
upon his dark and luscious *******,
his beautiful, oil-slicked shoulders.
I wanted to release my energy to him,
let my kisses awaken him,
let the passion between us rise
and shimmer like the brightest
true stars at night,
let his whole, idyllic existence
overflow upon me
as I became his one and only lover.