I thought I was strong enough to not
Write about him ever again, but when
I saw his pristine picture on my iPhone
I was under his spell, drifting into dope dreams
Careening with the supreme wind
To embrace him once again, raveled
In his resplendence, fantasizing about
How much I long to kiss him, touch his
Ravishing shoulders, his mandorable beard
His light rosewood-colored lips, his
Worshipful, all-knowing eyes, sexalicious
Thunder, my honeylicious bun I savor
On my tongue, my luscious, rich cheesecake
My paradisaical bae that keeps me
Penning the loveliest poems about him