His masculinity wasn’t just a snack
He was the entire **** sugar station
He slayed me to the core
My boss man, my lover man
My supreme, dreamy clean

He was so fresh, so clean
Dripping with unprecedented confidence
I was addicted to his macho scent
His extraordinary gorgeousness
Forged in four-star fire and saucy swagger

His broad chest, built like a formidable brick
His armpits, straight-up seductive
His hair, just the way I liked it
His eyes, magnetic, iridescent, and mesmerizing
His ****, so hella right, so juicy like inviting fruit

Every inch of him was an earth-shattering explosion
Of power-packed machoness in motion
So fine, so fly, so **** splashy to the absolute max
He was everything that I delighted in
He was the architect of majestic allure
Legendary, supereminent, and god-tier dreaminess