I fell into your mesmeric man trap,
in the springtime season of your naked
seas, your great waves making magic
in between my thighs, giving me high vibes
in the nighttime rhymes of flowering love.

Your existence was as sweet as honey,
so tasteful as I savored its pleasures
on my tongue, falling in the lush
labyrinths of your rapturous fragrance.

You were so deep in my sacral chakra,
infecting my soul as I touched my lips
with my pointed finger, reminiscing
on your delicious chocolate flesh.

Who knew that a dreadhead man
could be so sensual and enthralling,
a sparkling harbor of poetry written
on the sleekest surface of my skin,
down within my inner walls.

You made me feel so awakened
in his swag nation where his landscape
shimmered on my thrilling chest,
so willing to yield to his horizon
of intriguing powers and desires.