He had that melanin magic
And that grow-man charm
That had me bewitched
Boy-blinded by his gold-tier
Ten-star tasty sexiness

He was my top-flight boyfire
That devoured my queer world
My fantasy-forged, voice-dripping heavy-hitter
My radiant, face-blessed sensation
My swag-saturated splash
My boxer-evaporating **** Daddy

Body like a canvas for me to paint on
I cherished his beefy, dreamy chest
His lips, juicy, full-bodied, and kissable AF
His eyes, erotically charged portals to adore
Muscle-bound game strong to the max
Photo-shoot ready pulchritude

I was obsessed with his locs
Long, flowing art to exalt in
Each strand an enchanting poem to savor
They scintillated like a thousand unrivaled stars
Filled with earthborn royalty
That had me head over heels
In his magazine-cover masculine magnificence