He tasted like fragrant sensational dreams,
filled with scented cinnamon, raw and ardent
dreams, shimmery moonbeams, and serene spices
that intensified into sheer wildness, becoming lost
in his deeply divine design, how he encircled me
in his well of enchanting sells, radiant kisses,
sweaty, supreme wishes, a thousand blushes
covered in thrilling bliss. I lingered inside his
haunting kingdom of enticing passion, the fire
rising in powerfully bright hues, all these depictions
drawing me closer into his masculine resplendence,
garlanded with his chocolate hearts of adorned love.
His touch was so hypnotically heavenly, enveloped
in his celestial delicateness, surrendering to the glittering
sunshine in the light of his jeweled fantasies. I danced
to the drumbeating sounds of his timeless tune,
soaring into faraway galaxies beyond feverish states,
feeling hot and desirable in his time, ripening
handsomeness engrossed in vivid diction and sultry
scenes, ecstatic visions, sleek textures, and sumptuous
syllables, the encounter so flamingly magical and amplifying,
deviating from the basic bridges of ***
into spectacular hunger and lust. There was
a strong longing in my stomach that continued
to ache for him, to reach the exhilarating stages
that hadn’t been reached, to feel deeper beyond
temporary sensations, blooming infinitely,
incandescent symmetry soaked in baby oil,
glorious doors opened, streaming in his nakedness,
unable to control these urges that filled my flesh.