That’s my man
The one that I love
The one that I crave
Whenever I wake up
And gaze at him
On my iPhone
Good-looking
Incredibly tasty
Chocolate charmer
His eyes, all the poetry
I can poetize
My galaxy filled
With lasting adoration
His lips, a world
Calling me far off
To kiss his cupid’s bow
The soft body of his lips
His vivid vermillion border
His gorgeous oral commissure
Down to his labiomental crease
Allow my tongue to glide
Over his nasolabial crease
His philtral column
Take a trip to wonderland
As I bask in his crafted treasures
His unquestionable handsomeness