When I write about him
I am overcome with abundant jubilance
Feeling all the magic
Seeping into my oil-slick ink
From my ballpoint pen
Onto all the pages I fill
With the most mentionable poems

His swag status surpasses
All the fellas that I have
Ever come across
Caramel-brown skin
Wine brown eyes
Eyebrows smooth
As flight feathers
Of a bird
My emotions
So over the top
Wanting him
To scoop me up
In his hot saucy charger
So we can hit it off