I was lying in bed with excessive thoughts
of your bewitching beauty clouding my brain,
craving a chance to connect with you,
to hope that someday fate would allow us
to come together and create something magical.
I was living in those moments
of wanting to be your one and only,
engulfed in the traits that made you a **** soul,
pondering on all the times
that I had seen your fascinating face,
your eyes shining like a black tourmaline gemstone,
your thick, chocolate lips a divine sight of paradise,
your lustrous yellow-brown skin smelling
of Axe After Shave Balm,
your dreadlocks so long and lubricious,
your sexalicious sweetness like a magnetic lodestone,
like pyrrhotite, like a round, brilliant diamond.
You lured me into the deep cells of your wave equation,
into your serenely slim body,
how the sunlight gleamed on your forehead, temples, and shoulders,
how imagined lying on your thighs,
proud to be here on this heartwarming occasion,
covered in your softness like a thick, white blanket,
eager to cuddle and rub my palm against your smooth-shaven cheeks,
feeling your purity,
inhaling your flamboyant physique,
wishing to glide in the strong, wondrous winds of your augustness.
There were so many vivid dreams instilled in you,
shouldering me into your glowing utopia,
where you fed me abundant ambrosia,
enriching my mind with your tremendous intellect,
bringing vast excitement into my life
as your fingertips circled my lips,
making me believe in you and me,
that this dream that I was living in could be,
that I only needed to do was wait and give you the time
to come to me so willingly,
confessing the words that I had been waiting for all my life.