Your body was like an autumn day
filled with dancing similes embroidered
with alliteration and metaphors, sun-kissed
scenes and dreams, streaming wind,
and endless sunshine.  You were spark
to my hotspot, the many reasons to start
the ignition to my invention, a million wishes
warming my flesh on a beautiful afternoon
where the ocean sings to the inland trees,
where the waves rise and fall in delight.
You were my morning light that shines
the brightest hopes in my heart, the delicate
thoughts that kept me stuck on you.
I had found the greatest music in your
masculinity, a paradise of perfection,
a whole life of rhymes reminding me
that you would never depart from me.
I would always be your star, the treasured
perfection that gave you redirection,
My soothing sweetness that felt so much
like magic, like hide and seek as I ran
around the fields of your freedom,
feeling the meaning of transcendence
as I savored this memory.  I adored
your art, how I was intrigued by your
physique, finding myself tracing the compelling
tattoos over your chest of majestic wings,
so deep and supreme, reeling me into you
the more I studied your scenery.  The defined
curves and shapes surfacing your frame was
like gazing at a hypnotic highway of geometry,
every area so picturesque and iridescent,
unraveling my third eye as your voluptuous
voice excited me.  Your fiery swag was
everything, how you lit me up like smoke,
enthralled my soul with your street flow,
your kissable pink lips, your crystal-clear
teeth, your full black beard so elegantly trimmed.
You were so indescribable, a glorious
and courteous man, a worldwide wave
of infinite truths, the only place where
I wanted to be and feel forever free.