Who knew that being with a man could feel like this
So pleasurable, so immensely magical
His bare body pressed to mine
His hands all over me
Claiming me, charting me, commanding me
Blazing every part of me

His macho cologne soaked
Into the innermost depths
Of my queer existence
Branding me like crazy
Until I smelled like him completely

He made my world shudder
Made my head spin
Romanced me, etched his mantastic art
Of ardent perfection all over me

He was so deep inside me
I was mantacized, mesmerized
Confounded, bound to his astounding attractiveness
Flooded with his sweet, potent thugness