He was a five-alarm fire
In my mind, body, and soul
My four-star freak feast
My lava-slick lust loverman
My moan-maker man candy
My full-course fantasy daddy

He turned my temperature up
So high I burned badly for him with hot, ****** lips
That had me ready to melt for him
Vanilla-flavored voice
That wrecked my whole **** gay world
My mancrush head chef
My man-made mack muffin

I needed to be preheated
In his thugged-out oven
Prepared to perfection
Deep-glazed in his extraordinary greatness
I ached for him day and night

Embrace me, bake me, take me, slay me
Make me surrender to his massive, savage heat
Laid out like glowing dough
Waiting to be dominated nicely and slowly
My walls fraught with his sticky-hot frosting sauciness
Ready to be finessed, filled, piped down, and
Stuffed full of his vanilla-blessed man cream