When I composed my stellar book
Of insurmountable poems about him
I was suddenly shellshocked
Lost and locked in his ardent crash-hot sauce
Incredibly whipped over
His gripping ripped exquisiteness

He was like a summer Sunday rain
Showering me with his
Solely glorious love
With his seamless mind-bending dreaminess

I was entrapped in his majesty
Relishing everything that he was
In his great and unshakable love
Pure and utterly divine
All-consuming, ****** charm
An eternal and unceasing thunderstorm
I was wrecked in his tight embrace