Being in his presence
Left me breathless
Barefoot on clouds
So high on him
It felt like Molly in my veins
Sheer euphoria blossoming
In my mind, body, and soul

He was my treasured Superman
My dapperlicious splash
Dressed in infectious finesse
A storm in my core

A four-star poem to adore
A sight for sore eyes
A vast ocean of galactic thrillmantic mantasticness
Immaculate swagnificent

Every word he spoke
Had my heart
I was spinning, staggering
Through the supreme dominion
Of his sensual scent
A willing victim of his
Bewitchingly yummylicious masculinity