I want a rock-solid man like him
That I cling to, set my fingers
On his consolidated chest
His deep concrete abs
His blisstastic biceps
Nudging his shoulders
With my hands of poetry
Feeling his mesmeric
Masculine arrangement
His loveliest lyrics seeping
Through my throat
Like sumptuously scented tea
An essential strong rhythm
Flowing within his serene
Inner being, providing me
Perfect enlivenment