I saw you in my mind, and I started thinking about
all the things that we used to do, how we used to
chill and conversate in my whip late at night, vibing
to the slow jams coming from the radio, escaping
into each other, the soft and luscious geometry,
the tender parts of you that we so true that I had no
control when I was with you.  I loved to believe that
being in your waves of abundant beauty was the best
thing that happened to me, how your hands played
with mine, how your eyes made my heart rise, how your
exciting design was full of flawless and astonishing poetry,
how I could look at you and smile, immersing myself in
all your handsomeness, in your chocolate flesh,
in your magical lips that felt so magnificent when I touched
them.  My body was ****** into your intoxicating creation,
unable to let go of this desire to be overpowered by your
masculinity, feeling undone as you strummed your sweet
songs on my chest, my voice saying yes, looking at you
so mesmerizingly, all in a mess, my soul aching to feel
this way forever and never let go of your arms, capitulating
to your satisfying nation.  I loved how you entered my maze
so fervently, causing sensuous sensations to build-up
without ceasing, filling me up with unbelievable lust,
making me tremble and disassemble from within,
teasing my neck and ******* with special kisses,
every sleek movement so relaxing, basking in your
dashing beauty, crashing into an overwhelming passion.
I was so into you that I never wanted to leave from this
dreamland, to drown in your creamy brown-skinned
pleasures, delving deeper in your dreadhead depths,
surrendering to it all, the pathway of temptation
that illuminates the tunnel to my inner thoughts.