There was an incendiary fireplace burning
in my soul, causing me to yearn for his warmth,
touching my lips, feeling his peak of pleasures
entrap me in his tunnel, my chest adorned
with his tantalizing designs, my hands filled
with chocolate thoughts of him, wishing to extend
out my arms and feel all of him careen through
my skin.  I was longing to dance in his desirous
dimension, swim in his cream-filled dessert,
his almond pecan delight, incessantly spinning
around to bask in his streaming sexiness.  
I was dripping liquid love, my bare feet
on nature’s ground, wet and wonderful within,
worshiping his smooth sauciness, how his honey
dreams were supreme, how your pleasurable
cannon romanced my system, so long and thick,
so astonishing and lovesick, every wall within me
surrendering to his intense invention, soaked in sweat,
in his exquisite sweetness and artistic motion.