I drew myself into your maze of jeweled treasures,
your overpowering exhilaration taking me deeper
into your nation, into your mounting desire, into the
high harmonizing sounds of your heartbeat, my fingers
moving up, down, and around your masculine intergalactic
flight, rubbing your rock-hard chest, licking it, tasting
the ecstatic additions and divisions in your aerodynamically,
tantalizing abs, your astonishingly, deep V-line.
Like a galaxy of endless monumental music, you carried
me into your escape of teleportation, aching for your blazing
alliteration and equations, poetic pages, sunshine rhymes,
sublime lines, dancing in your exuberant chemistry,
how I wanted to lay in your bulging brick arms, digress
from the stress, enmeshed in your best renditions
of ****** trances syncing with intimacy, shifting,
seeping in your spellbinding crescendo, to step into your
lustrous labyrinth of incredible muscle and mesmerizing
songs, sumptuous storylines, melodic peaks, and sweet blue seas.