I think I’m falling in love with you,
with the smooth and sleek regions
of your impeccable flesh, with your
enchantingly starlight soul, your magically
lit swagger, your flexing framed dynasty,
how you roused my mind, how your
appealing sexiness entrapped me
in the depths of your amazing nature.
I yearned to be consumed by your masterful
beauty, feel your idyllic river flow through me,
embrace the elegantly made waves
as they take me deeper in your electrifying
desire, your symphony of magnificent dreams,
gravitationally reeled into the sound
of your bursting trumpets, rising seduction
in the darkened night where the stars rejoice
in the anticipation of our bodies crossing
a thousand bridges to meet in unity.
I wished to grasp your slim waist,
feel your skin sizzle mine, such passionate
heat intensifying, scalding me as I held
you tighter, so hypnotized by your blazing gaze,
your unspoken poetry revealing itself to me,
your crystal-clear messages uplifting me,
unfolding my thoughts, making everything
so uniform.  And I was covered in the shimmering
memories of your love that fell on my heart,  
the lustrous sparks exploding from within
like fireworks, entangled in your indescribable
melodies, so stupefied, sinking in the systematic
equations of your scintillating nation.
And I soared into the taste of your addictive
existence, the splendid curve of your lips
and hips, the lyrical lucidness of your
rhythmically shoulders and arms,
wanting to travel your ****** thighs,
legs, ankles, and feet with my fingertips,
drink your amplifying energy, experiencing
all the greatness in your kingdom.