I wasn’t enough without him
I required him to be with me
In this very hour

Tonight, I desired to become
His euphonious blossom
His soft pillow for him
To lay on me in simpleness
His dream-scented beauty
Waiting for him to open the door
To a world he had never explored

I hungered for him to resurrect
A long, unforgotten affection
I had missed in the midst
I ached to smell his crispy
Billowy scent, leap lusciously
In his romantic and rich landscape
Taste his dreams, his memorized rhymes
As I gazed at him mind-bogglingly

I hoped for him to be my African king
My one of many poems
I could sit back and read
Over a perpetually hot and fresh coffee
Feel his powerful, milky chocolate body
As he led me to a boulevard
Of hunky hot sauce