He could come to me
With his gorgeous charm
Be my desirable fire starter
Spark my heart of harboring ardor
That I keep in reserve for him

He could kiss me his lips
Of lyrical composition
Savor his honeyed flavor
His long, skilled fingers
Ruffling my brushed back hair
Massaging the tight knots
In my shoulders as I lean
My head back to bask in his brilliance

He could lay his thick, oiled hands
Over my sweetly perfumed breast
Lovely lick them with his tongue
Taste measureless memories
My gleaming, entrancing nights
As a writer, poeticizing my life and dreams
In quietness, my artistically awakened
Days where I laid on the floor
Creating treasurable masterpieces
To remember for a lifetime

He could let his sweaty ecstasy
Melt all over me, feed me his knowledgeable
Philosophy, his infinitely widespread history
Sing softly to my heart
Let his lips run stunningly
Down my stomach as he travels east
To endless sweetness, drink down my town
Turn me around and astound my derriere
Pour steaming mean gin down my spine
As he slurps up the stirring verbs

Regulate my space with his captivating touch
Leave cool, soothing consonants sliding
Down my taken aback thighs and legs
Fractionate my nation with his awesomesauce sensations
Usher me uptown to his private club
Comfort my continent, observe and serve
My flesh with his gratifying oxygen
Give me his all so I can fall immensely
Into his stupendous streams of completeness