He is all I ever think about
His bright pinkish-brown lips
A universe of endearing explorations
Irrepressible urges deepening
Inside the hollow entrance
Within my existence, wishing
For my fingers to slowly flow
Over the façade, feel the silkiness
As his tongue runs upon my fingertips
Discovering my dreams deeply
Imprinting his cloyingly sweet
Desires on my shuddering skin
Guiding me within worlds
Where he romanced me
With his sensuousness, his eyes
Black indigo, his eyelashes archly
Curved and lustrous, his nostrils
Superbly oval-shaped like a shiny
Single white egg, like a ripe watermelon
Like a fresh fine lemon, lushly
Stubble mustache, fragrantly
Full beard I have high regard for