I was so close to him that I could feel
his heat evaporating my system, my flesh
filled with sweat, swimming in crazy highs,
my eyes blinded, my lips incapable of moving,
my arms and hands stuck in boiling degrees.
He was in my core, his solid hands touching
me, making my cells spin around sporadically,
his fingertips easing up my budding breast
to my slender neck, so sprung and stung by his
strokes, how he opened my world so flawlessly,
stepping in, pouring his aesthetic poetry on the surface
of my home, nuzzling my chin with his chin,
kissing and cuddling, feeling like a freshly picked
rose in his garden as he watered my roots
with his luminous love.  To be in his monumental
majesty flowing into paradise, in his sparkling
air of bliss, clung to him like a yellow-bellied wasp
on a flower, the nights looking brighter by his side,
my mind elevating to greater destinations as smooth
jams played all around me.  He was all the tranquility
that I needed to be free, transforming the derivatives
circling my brain into a series of flashing fractions,
square roots, and trigonometric functions, so addicted
to his beat, the depth of his breath, drifting
into the midnight, into the special parts of his
sexiness, unable to emotionally, mentally,
or physically resist him, unable to stop touching
him.  He was all that I ever wanted in this life,
every reason to crave for all the seasons
to be in his brilliance, rebirthing me over
and over, into the sunrise and sunset of his
metaphors, into the earthly lifelines of his existence,
into light and truth, into the memories
of the past, present, and future, into the timeless
streets that supersede the seas beyond distant
seas, into all the frequencies of intelligence
and artistic minds, guiding me further alongside
the shores of glorious love.