I became attracted to dope dudes, the kind
that made my cheeks blush, my heart flutter
like beautiful butterflies, staying up past midnight
staring at **** pictures of men, their addictive eyes
blinding the light in my flight, their lips so fit for a man,
for a king sitting on his throne. I adore the glorious
form of their eyebrows, how sophisticated and intoxicating
they are, how they bring out the depth of their beauty,
the incredible lines and designs, the astonishing angles
and rectangles, seamless squares and triangles, their hair
so superb, various hair designs ranging from close haircuts,
buzz cut, brushed back hair, low fades, quiff with tapered
sides, spiky hair, mohawks, dreadlocks, and so much more
that made me honor their grandeur. There was so much
power and precious desires in men, so much crowned
inventions, exponential paradise, brightly shining chambers,
their flesh so wildly exciting, taking me away from reality
a million times and more. I was sinking in their written
lyrics of timeless adventures, enduring the extraordinary
pleasures of being imprisoned in their kingdom, in the innermost
layers of their masculine cave, in the deepest and sweetest
seas of their sheer sexiness. I loved being this close
to them, hypnotic stares, iridescent poetry of marvelous
sparks, the metaphors so hot, the similes so stunningly
sensuous, more fulfilling than anything in this world,