He had that man-penitentiary pole
That stole my soul
That hoodstick that kept me
Addicted to his lit up
That crime pipe that danced in my mind

Those Daddy drag bags
That had rapt AF
Those slap sacks
I begged to rap with
Those grip berries I cherished marrying

I fell in love with his
Thunder-packed pecs
His felony-level delectable chesticles
His abs, hard candy bars
******-pack, luxury-class abs

Flaunt-worthy *****
Built for bad decisions backside
Locked and loaded buns
My sugar trigger lover
My eye candy menu
Of maximum pulchritude
My crash-hot, bedrock boss

His splashiness was straight-up
Jail-worthy spectacularity
Criminal-level *** appeal
He radiated misdemeanor magic
****-blessed finesse

I basked in his badass mantastic attractiveness
Soaked in his ***-charged sauciness
Loved on his ***-pack, lick-worthy abs
His rugged chesticles
High-crime chest candy
Masculine excellence
That wrecked my gayness like no other

I was a repeat offender
Guilty of having wild, ****** fantasies about him
Guilty of craving him without end
Guilty of needing every inch of him
With no bail, no trial, no early release
Just a lifetime behind bars, bound to him