I need a huge hypnotic hunk
That’s full of explosive funk
Knows how to get crunk
And keep the drumbeating
Anthems continuously coming
Run his hands down the smooth
Contours of my body, pour his
Slick, stored up golden honey
On my delicate, iridescent breast
Fill my skin with his fervent
Free verse poetry, allow me
To taste the sensual selection
Of diction as I adulate the perfection
Shimmering in his masculinity
His eyes electric lime like
The color of a book, like
Jelly beans, like a lime green
Guitar, like an east African gem
Crystal, lips cherry pink like
A rose-breasted cockatoo
Like a roseate spoonbill
Like a pink dolphin, the sweetest
Man I love more than anyone else