I see the brightest true stars in your eyes,
rare wildflowers that flourish in the green
fields of your homeland, the exquisitely peaceful
moonlight that glistens upon your **** pink lips,
the sweetest flow of love interweaved
inside your masculinity, bristling with pleasing
symmetry, a thousand spellbinding dreams
careening in steam, baiting me with the power
of your structure, to come to sit on your fine thighs
and live it up inside your ride.

When you gaze at me, I feel like I’m shipwrecked
in distant islands where you get freaky with me,
strip teasing me, feeling me, eating me, taking me
as I yielded to your resplendence, finding excitement
in the tattoos on your chestnut skin, feeling the wind
encircling me, the serenely scenic trees playing
with their leaves, joyously smiling, my mind reverberating
in space, trapped in your taste, how rewarding it felt
to be conquered by a man, holding me, making me feel
cherished, your hands around my neck, your kisses
on my lips and shoulders taking me into the motion
of your masculine mansion, the way your flex and pop
your chest, majestically dancing like a king, guiding me
into the ravishing brightness of your flame.