I love gazing at your masculine creation,
at the many pictures of you that are so
truthfully soothing, your light blue eyes
like the color of the sky, your soft, opulent
lips so flawlessly made, your masculine
cheekbones and strong chin, rubbing the surface
of the photograph with my fingers, just to feel
your energy, your gentleness, your sweetness.

Your pictures bring me the greatest pleasure,
wishing to press my face against your flesh,
on your warm, heavy-duty chest, dwelling
in the delicate derivatives of your scenic beauty,
loving the way I escape inside your existence,
how my heart is full of harmonic stars,
shimmering all for you.