I like the way he sings
In his nakedness
**** chest inhaling the acoustics
Remixed with a hot flex
Shoulder’s swimming in high notes

So sensational to exhale
Metaphorical tracks
Symmetrical diction
With imagination
With sleek wetness
Rolling down his thighs

He’s a thunderous ****
Skilled in his craft
Such blasting vocals
Crashing into spontaneous
******* with moans
Feeling the tambourine
Spinning into alternating motions
Creating blissful sounds

Chocolate dreadhead
So tasteful to gaze at
Listening to his masculine voice
Providing me serenity mixed with ecstasy
Rewinding the bassline
Making me feel his beat
As he dances on the stage

I’m in love with his hands
How the songs he sings
Seem to fill them
Each lyrical line so sublime
Speaking sexiness to me
Feeling my skin tingle
As he plays and captivates my nation
Seducing me with his rock-hard body