I was wrong to fall for the beauty of a man,
to gaze at their glowing galaxy, their hard,
harmonious bodies, their shoulders so bold
and broad, their arms, chest, and abs filled
with the most enchanting muscles, making me
drool over their flawless form.  

They were so attractive, athletic, clean-cut,
dapper, defined curves, hot, sharp, tall,
and so assertive, charming, confident,
hard-working, powerful, reliable, so intelligent
and deep, something that I could never get enough of.

I could enter their world a million times,
drive for miles and miles down the highways
of their intoxicating majesty, coming to a cease
as I took in their overwhelming scenery, blooming
bridges, music streaming from their dynamic inventions,
so romantic, so ripening, so riveting, flesh I’d love
to taste for hours, stroke their huge backs and manly
*****, press my hands on their blossoming *****,
hold your giant sausage, slap it on my face,
**** it, make love to it, show it how much
I genuinely care for its pleasurable palace, massage
the head, feel its sweet precum of endless ecstasy
on my palms, licking its rich contents, devouring
all your amplifying creations of greatness.