His lips were sweet, juicy fruit
That had me floating on cloud nine
His beard soaked in magical swagger
His voice, earth-shattering thunder
His abs, abso-****-lutely attention-snatching
His walk, pavement-ownin’, city-rulin’ heat
King-steppin’, street-slayin’ greatness

He dominated my gay dreams
I was love-high, daddy dagger dizzy
Hunk-strung, caked-out, stroked up
Lip-deep in his brickhouse build
Drowning in his dominion of dreaminess

He was my mantastical drug
My pleasure-packed splash
My tongue-trappin’ thugmuffin
My heart-hijackin’ hot daddy
My brain-foggin’ heartthrob

My queerness went crazy
At the sight of his high-grade fine design
His presidential pulchritude
I was lost in his power-pumped passion
His thunder-charged gangbuster swagger

I was addicted to his boss-branded handsomeness
His full-course fresh meal
With side dishes thick with sizzling hot *** appeal
Straight-up whipped by his swingin’ swizzle stick
Sippin’ shots after shots of his gangster nectar