He was a whole buffet
Of masculine deliciousness
A walking masterpiece
Of explosive art to marvel at
An unparalleled constellation
Of scintillating treasure to savor

I was strung out on his man-nectar
Fiending for his boy-bliss
Locked in his colossal province
Of top-notch sauce
Chained to his charm game

Slurping up his **** juice
Riding his wave after wave
Branded by his enchantingness
So addicted to his prepossessing presence
So immersed in his stellar boy-fire

He was my tidal wave
My endless ocean
My majestic poetry in measureless motion
I was surfing his thirst-trap-certified paradise
Marinated in his radiant greatness

Forever shipwrecked
Cherishing every **** second
Swallowed whole, soul-cuffed
Loving on him, extra queer for him
With zero regrets