He is my flaming enchantment,
a picturesque passion by the
fireplace elevating into a halo
of love, a canvas of beauty
brightening in my eyes,
equating with the stars and galaxies
above, jazzy, jubilant, slam-rocking,
sensuous, streaming in bright lights.
His hazel eyes an immense countryside
shining in the summertime,
slowing my heart down with his
seductive stare, those deep lines
running across his forehead,
shimmering planes of existence,
deep, defined, the domains of his
head a lyrical majesty magnifying
in the moonlight. Lips so sweet
and appetizing, a colossal of creations
enveloping my soul, taking me across
hypnotic rivers towards uncharted
fields where vast horses roam
in the serene scenery. His sweet
cheeks blossoming like fragrant
flowers, and I take in each divine
design, feeling his smooth canvas
and the sheer songs dancing in bright
dimensions, desire rising within his
chiseled chests, a gleaming beat,
a mountain of intense rhymes revolving
around his thighs, lucid lyrics
gliding down his legs. And I can
feel his hypnotizing dynasty
unraveling my thoughts, slow
jamming in flashy formation
upon my foundation, his extreme
sexiness a world I could soar
inside of and marvel at his lustrous
landscape, his wavy hair so sleek,
so spectacular, a starlight perfection
glittering like golden galaxies,
and I know that he is my eternal
heartbeat, an amazing sensation
bursting in passionate rhythms,
our nations gravitating towards
celestial continents, constellation
of stars sparkling in the night glow,
and his muscles swelling in the
palm of my hands, creating vibrant
and brilliant sounds within my mansion,
as I turn the pages of his book
with my tongue, slowly escaping
into his intoxicating universe.