I find men to be extremely exhilarating,
stimulating, creative, dynamic, charming,
sharp, broad, strong, rough, sculpted, tall,
flamboyantly handsome, utterly intellectual,
well-dressed, exceptionally talented, clean-shaven,
black-bearded, slender, tender, and warm-hearted.

I love their deep intentions, how their souls
seems to shimmer in the brightest sunlight,
how their eyes are so full of amazing designs
and colors, so powerfully hypnotic that it
enlivens my heart, how their eyebrows are so
perfectly arched, such fineness that feels like magic.

I love touring their grand museums of spectacular inventions,
admiring the wonderful scenery, how the elevators
to their inner chamber awakens my presence,
how their waves of greatness take me further
into their rich plantations of paradise,
how there’s so much life to the essence of men,
just seeing and believing in all that they do.

When I stare at their magnificent lips
full of various shades, I feel like I’m living
in a vast land of adventurous scenes,
the way the outlines and shapes resonate
with my true escape, the way they overtake me
with the different depths of their voice,
their spellbinding smiles, their pearly white teeth.

There’s a whole realm of enchantment
in the structure of their bodies, how their chest
is the best place for relaxation, how their abs
are the pathway to the jackpot, how their arms
are so intriguingly hot, their hands so romantic
and manly, magnetically magical, everything that
brings unbounded joy to the universe.

Their majestic physiques are like a thousand streets
and alleyways leading to various places, like a roadmap
to another galaxy further than reality, a room of marvelous
mirrors, never-ending streams that gleam where the sun
sets high in the loving sky, big ***** of all forms,
so gloriously made, euphoric nations of steamy rises
and highs, exotic delights, a guide to the light,
the head so right, the shaft so impressively long
and vividly veined, so seductive that it draws you
into its astonishing home.  I will do whatever
for their drilling dongs, to stroke and swallow it,
kiss it, rest my head on it, soak in its carnal oceans
of incomparable destinations.

I’m in love with the formation of their *****,
how masculine and moving it is,
how extraordinary it is to feel their frame,
to place my hands so affectionately
on their intimate spot, parting their cheeks,
the hole so hypnotizing and tight,
delicious like a sweet peach, effusing ecstasy
as I wish to place my fingers in it,
tasting the power of a man, the youthfulness,
the truthfulness, the sweetest secrets within,
all the things that make them so engaging.