It’s strange at times
To think about me
Crushing on a super slick dude
Rhapsodizing about his
Sparkling onyx eyes
His ****-shaped lips
His dark and lovely beard
His get up such a level up

He gives me the sweetest tingles
When I see him standing near me
When he opens his mouth and speak
I freeze and make believe
He is kissing me
With his hands on my neck
His clean, tempting smell
Surrounding me
As I close my eyes
And fly high into endless sprightliness

I’m tremendously tripping
Over the way he carries himself
Securing the bag, flexing his swag
Making me feel so sauced
In his hypnotic hall of hotness