His body was my slow jam anthem
Bumping 24/7 in my mind, body, and soul
Every inch of his flesh
Was a stellar treasured verse
Top-grade man magic
That snatched my breath
With every delectable flex

He finessed me like crazy
Tattooed his crash-hot
Smooth art on my bones
Unmatched, mantastic, straight captivating greatness
That made me melt
In his grown-man charm

He ran game like no other
On the surface of my heart
Leaving my knees weak
Covering me in his gangbuster chains
Of flaming hot heat
His saucy, mantastical attractiveness

I stayed strapped in his splashiness
Feenin’ for his dreamy deliciousness
Inhaling his slick, majestic existence
Feasting on his full-course flex appeal
Sippin’ slow from his ocean of dope motion potion