What I wanted to do to him transcended
the laws of reality, his sleek melanin handsomeness
rising over me like high tides, incandescent
tattoos and swag, **** island vibes and astonishing
horizons, everything shining in bright light,
smooth body hair, gorgeous beard, his scintillating
lips filled with creative mazes and sweet spaces,
and I was spinning inside his lustrous romance,
his creamy heavens, the days of his existence
blossoming brightly in the skyline, even his sublime
thighs and ankles, my cells running wild as I dreamed
of him climbing on top of me, his muscled hands
rubbing my ******* passionately, kissing
my beautiful brown *******, his wet tongue
swirling around and around my divine skin,
the hungering beat of his heart, my dazzled eyes
gazing at his grand nation, to the back of his
shimmery spine – the arch so wonderfully designed,
his tender shoulders and arms slow rolling to the motion
of my ocean, his spellbinding chests swelling,
careening in outer galaxies, celestial grasslands,
midnight jams playing through his street escape,
to the great tunnels of his tidal wave, my ebony
cheeks covered in his peacefulness, pure diction
sifting in the air towards beaming Venus, iridescent
Jupiter, marvelous Mars, towards higher flights
beyond the universe and time – wanting to dive
into the sequences of his life and unravel the magic
within his moonlight treasure, starlight bones
glistening in my palms, his hazel eyes shouldering
me into the walkways of wonderland equations,
his logarithmic plantation entrancing my imagination,
giving me boundless happiness as I sunk inside his
timeless voyage.