His voice was like the sound of a melodious
Marching band bringing in bursting funk
Pulling me to him without my permission
His engaging diction drifting on the pad
Of my lips, elevated sweetness like the rise
Of waves, dreaming of his fingers gripping
My breast, whisking my waiting *******
With his tongue, his wet and **** poetry
Reaching my most delicate point

His goldenness swarmed in my mind
Like green leaves in the air, his unblinking
Darkling eyes so vastly desirable, eyebrows
Of wildness, a flashy rapper with crazy swagger
Heart-shaped affection on his brick-built chest
Hard as a heavy ax, his tall structure like
The strongest tower, a ravishing ride I most desire
Sightseeing his beauty in its truest wholeness
Such a majestic and sensuous paradise to rest