This is not cool for me
To behave this way
Over these vastly potent
And hypnotic men
Undoubtedly wild
And striking studs
Essential irresistible spectacles
Rich ineffable prodigies
Radiant artistic rarities

I can’t shake these sensations
Streaming in my inner space
I continue to attempt
To resist the temptation
To create sensual mind-bending poetry
About indisputably smooth men
But every time I think I am finished
I find myself back
In their magical ravishing mancave
Unfathomable passion
Rushing through my veins
A sweet, southern, and soft swan

I presume that is why most straight guys
Choose not to fraternize with me
Perhaps in the back of their mind
There is that one convincing thought
That I could fall for anyone of them
Want more than just a friendship

To feel beneath their wild spicy skin
The fresh and luscious secrets
Traversing in their treasure trove
The ever-growing glow
In their minds, bodies, and souls

What can I say but say that
Their straightness fixates me
Their soothing, youthful nature
Their inexpressibly aromatic
And earthy spectacularness
What can I say but say that
I am a fabulous flamboyant man

I adore all heavy-duty and heavenly men
Unforgettable, astonishing, and indescribable
I can’t explain it, but I am here
In this world of my own
In my headspace, steady dwelling
Again and again on these hot boys

I can’t break away from the gay world
I love how I shine like a bright
And glorious rainbow
Like a delicately scented flower
With a warm, mellow voice
Utterly boy crazy
Spending my days and nights
Stranded in contagious enamoring fantasies
Brimming with distinctively dreamy, dynamic, and
Handsome men that get me carried away