It made sense to fantasize
About the range of scenarios
Of being bound to his realm
Seeping into awesomazing lineaments
His purely soft lips, kiss him with rhythm
Wondrous words on the veneer
Steer his desires into a toweringly
Ebullient mountain of explosionism art

We could slug down sparks
Smoke a burn, get turnt
As we marvel at the stars fabulosity
The saucesome vibrations and illuminations
Take in our thugarific qualities
So love-bound, sweet love power
Drowning in the rhyming slang
Swirling significantly in the air
Between us as we drift
Into the deepest, sweetalicious highs