He gave me a high fever,
incessantly hot, lost in his
heart and spark, being addicted
to the oozing chocolate syrup
coming from his captivating  
sausage meat.  He was my passion
fruit, electrifyingly ripe and
delightful, a sultry sweetness
glued to my tongue.  His waist
was simply amazing, his hips
so sumptuously fascinating,
his muscles so loveable.
He hijacked my subconsciousness,
took me in a single second,
seeking serenity from my existence,
I needed him inside me,
to stay with me, to lie down
with me as our lips met
each other in paradise.