He was the right man for me
The kind of kryptonite that spoke to me
The kind of alluring hot boy I enjoyed
The kind of mesmerizing dream guy
To fantasize about a thousand times and more

His sultry smoothness suited my taste
His handsomely robust structure appealed to me
He had me swimming in the deepest depths
Of unprecedented utopia
Feeling my gay world shudder
In his firm masculine grasp

I was immersed in every inch of him
Relishing his magical vessel of incredible virility
I cherished him like spectacular poetry
Like thrilling compositions
Like electrifying designs

He had me weak in the knees
I needed him seven days a week
I conceded to him
I couldn’t be without him
I couldn’t see myself
With any other man but him