When you entered my tenderly plush vessel
with the powerful force of your erotically
hot rod, unleashing your thunderstorm
of shuddering vibrations, going deeper,
drowning in your sultry seas, bound
to you like glue, flying and crashing
into the unlocked doors of your castle,
grooving into the captivation of your
masculinity, your protectiveness all
over me.  And as your thrusts intensified,
your kisses so overwhelmingly sweet
like golden honey, like a melting chocolate
heart, seeping into the wings of your pleasant
handsomeness, I was so locked into you,
not desiring to be anywhere else but here.
I was losing my thoughts in you,
sifting in your heart-stopping naughtiness,
so softly slick, flushed, burning in your
steamy loveliness, and I was hung on you,
on your supersized sausage shaft, so lusciously
tasteful, so impressively muscled, and perfectly
shaped, to hold it in my hands, feel its hard,
meaty flesh resting in my palms, deepthroating
it, sinking in a trance, in the clouds of your
magically massive masterpiece, in the smoothness
and wetness of you, in your beautiful afterglow,
in your wonderful dreamworld driving me
into artistic depths beyond the soul.  
And I savored the vibrating detonations
coming from your towering mountain,
how you toured the corridors of my soul,
a heartfelt melody rhyming with my time zone,
a hypnotizingly harmonious longing, gliding
in the inevitable pleasures of you, moaning
in symphonic sounds, entwined with your
magnificently molded masculinity.
And your body was my eternity,
my home front, my happy place,
my gorgeous vacation spot, always
on my mind, always feening for your
**** swagging ***, how you disrupted
my mind with your untamed roughness,
gentleness, unconditional poetic flow,
outstanding eloquence, and slippery wet ecstasy.
I was unapologetically lost in the way
that you marveled at me, how far you
could enter my subconsciousness,
make me stutter with my words,
make me slip and fall into your alluring
patterns of extraordinary desires.