I had sunk into the innermost elements of your magical spell,
feeling your fine black hair, your hazel eyes making me
want to paint a mural of your splendorous perfection,
your lips filled with the most stunning designs that
I envisioned kissing, sizzling, drifting into your richness.
the way your teeth glistened gave the greatest sensations
that I never wanted to depart from, your beard so full and fresh,
wishing to touch with my fingers, nuzzle your smooth cheeks
with my palms, climb inside your time and glide on the wings
of freedom, enraptured in a series of ****** stages, entertained
by your naughtiness, by your compelling similes that kept
me entwined in your ride.  I was dwelling in your complex
connotation and denotation, spending an enormous amount
of time studying the signs to find the meaning of your intriguing
rhyme, how I couldn’t stop dreaming about you, the things
that I wanted to do to you, to participate in the impossible,
an amplifying craving incapable of being held in, the weight
so great that I can’t escape from the idea of being with you.
I was clinging to your hands, never letting go, smelling
your sexiness forever, drinking your sugary poetry,
the tides of your luminescent lines, the stanzas romanticizing
the creation of your beauty, the way you encased me
in your incandescence, your powerful presence,
your golden attractiveness so royally enchanting,
awaiting for every intimate invitation, the sensuous
conversations, the slow breathing that reaches riveting
states, unveiling extravagant wonders.  I inhaled
it all, letting your life pour its wholeness into me,
into the private parts of my heart, into my pleasurable
treasure chest where your love took me to fecund lands.