I savor the smooth richness
of your masculinity,
to disappear in your magically strong muscles,
to immerse myself within your wondrously
wild web of alluringly defined rhymes,
your lean affectionate arms,
longing to dance in the naked taste of your treasures,
to drink your sweet, creamy nectar,
to lick your suave, thick neck, your broad and tawny chest.
I wish to enter the tunnel of your **** abs,
inhaling your vivacious formation,
the detailed, elegant shapes of your creation,
traversing away into the brilliant, unbounded skies
of your absolute, warm-hearted, and gilded frame,
basking in your immeasurably fine and poetical invention,
losing my world in your surprisingly ****** dreams
of immense steam.
I crave to consume incredible truths and intelligence,
to proofread the many pages of your insightful history,
taking notes as I flow inside your distant and dreamlike symphony,
smelling your misty masculine scent
filled with citrus, lavender, a hint of sandalwood,
and patchouli, evoking a feeling of inexpressible happiness.
I’m addicted to your earthen existence,
the hairs under your arms,
the fascinating tattoos on your youthful, sun-kissed skin,
to fantasize about your fetching foundation,
let your hands seam my desires like a piece of fabric,
fold my soul so elegantly like a stack of clothes,
and store me deep within your core.
Let me somersault inside the tautness
of your body,
luxuriate in your astonishing hotness,
imagining a galaxy beyond another galaxy
where you charm me with your heart,
with your dope boy spark,
falling and landing in the grandest gateways
of sleek sensuality,
your personality so amiable, gregarious, and passionate,
engulfed in the city streets
of your aesthetically appealing handsomeness.