As I laid in bed last night, crazy visions of you still lingering
in my head, thinking about how wonderful it would be if you
were laying next to me, the peaceful breeze coming through
the open window, dancing upon our ardent skin, the expectancy
escalating, desiring to rub your appetizingly arched shoulders,
your charming cheeks, your poetic arms a stream of captivating
waves shouldering me through boundless hurricanes, your fingers
so elegantly detailed, your eyes a luminous painting of paradise
enlightening my life as I savor your delightful masculinity.

I dreamed of making love to you in such a spectacular way,
to drape you in the sauciest swagger, the warmth of you
sifting deep inside my heart, a softness so hypnotic, causing
me to drift into outer space with the touch of you stuck on me
gorilla glue, this encounter so epic and exhilaratingly delectable,
selectable, treasurable, a sensual thirst with each beat of your
soul song, your smooth caresses upon my ecstatic chest,
my fingertips pressed on your demanding lips, feeling, stroking
your beardazzling beard, letting your mantastic mansion excite
me as I glide inside your intergalactic splasher, taken away by it all.