There was the anticipation
Exhilaration of seeing
And speaking to you
Being in your closeness
Watching your fiery, fetching eyes
Listening to your electrifying slang
Boy, I’m so lost in your dopeness
Your swagger is so intriguingly lit
I slip into your flowingness
I dwell on being detained in your dynasty
Laying in your bed of perpetual roses and poetry
Putting my hands around your body
Falling asleep on your peacefully protective chests