As I wrote this ****** poem
All exposed, unadulterated
Earthshaking phrasing
My thoughts going to extremes
Forming a mental picture
Of your naked existence
All up on me
The heat steady emanating
Our kisses shaking
The nation, my hands
On your strong, steamy biceps
Your hands clung
To my wondrously broad chest
Our mayo shooting hotdog guns
Interlocked, our hearts interfusing
Our minds musing on the explosive
Magic manifesting itself
Two masculine bodies
Feeling nothing but
Hurricane hotness
Absorbing ourselves
In all the loving we make