He was never too young for me
He was a perfect age I craved
With a euphoric voice I adored
Luxurious, touchable black hair
Unbeatable swag game that speaks
To my inner existence in unstained ranges

He was my delicate and loving muse
Filled with superrific intellectualism
Artlicious collections, perpetually
Poetically ******, vibalicious anthems
So vidalicious as they flow through his brain

I drank him in like a fish
Absorbing his earthborn effulgence
His pure gold floetry, flowetry freedom
In sweet infinite equilibrium, blisserrific
My amazinglicious, driptastic prince