You are my art of scintillating stars,
brightening throughout the night,
your skin golden brown, like hazelnut
coffee, like a caramel macchiato, your lips
bathed in deep pink hues, your cheeks like
the lustrous leaves in autumn, drawing me
into your slim, sophisticated swagger.

The way your smile reveals the perfect
arches above your upper lips,
your smooth, **** beard so I revere,
your dark and gorgeous eyebrows a sight
of perfection, becoming enchanted by all
the artistic awesomeness covering your robust body.

You are the only vision that I can see
in my thoughts, all the love flooding like
a great rainfall around my town, such a tender
young man, your neck, chest, abs, so masterly
molded together, the way your shoulders
extend out precisely right, wishing to kiss your biceps
and triceps, lick from the top of your fingers
down to your palm, wrist, and arms, treasuring
it all, how you stand so sexaliciously, your swag
on deck, your slim shape making me run face first
into the walls of your wondrous home, lost in your
defined depths and excellence.