Somehow, I have drowned in his masculinity,
breathing in all his past and present memories
where I lay on my bed staring outside
through the windowpane at the starry blue sky,
how the stars and moon shine upon me, revealing
my deep love for his serene soul.
He was in my mind, reaching into my subconscious,
changing my thought process and love language
as I rolled over in the bed, embracing the sleek sheets,
vivid visions of him spinning around in my head,
mesmerized by his captivating swag, his invigorating
cologne that made me wish he was next to me in this moment
in time, passionately kissing me, turning me on
with his strong geometry.
His sun-rich skin made my ******* vulnerable
in his dimension, sexually licking my lips,
my face pressed on the cozy pillow, slow jams
surrounding my existence, listening to the beat
unfold in this glorious space and yearning for his
sumptuous taste. To embrace his masculine arms,
such power infiltrating in my bloodstream,
hypnotizing me in the darkened night,
making me linger in his flowing river,
his scintillating handsomeness, his style
I couldn’t get out of my mind.