His existence was straight-up sexually steamy
So **** smooth and soothing
So **** drinkable like Henny and whiskey
A sensational masterpiece to savor
A top-tier rarity, gold status splashiness
A whole cloudscape of masculine passion

My tasty dreadhead bae
My top-shelf, Brooklyn-blessed loverman
My upbeat universe of premium heat
My immaculate, tattooed heartthrob
My hunky country studmuffin

I was so in love with his one-in-a-million flex
His exclusive pulchritude
His man-chest, broad, bold, and badass
His dark chocolate *******, a mad hot knockout
A decadent treat waiting for me to eat

Alpha abs that stole my breath
Each line so divine and shining
Brick-worthy biceps
Hard, sculpted, and built to give me endless rushes
A tight, tasty backside that made
My gay world stop to observe his stellar work of art

I loved the way he rocked his boxers
Draped perfection to obsess about
The way he walked was helluva vibe
He was a five-star man-meal
So **** edible and delectable
Mantastically prepossessing
100% realness that I savored