I imagined tracing his thick, exquisite, and
Glistening beard like fine china
Like dreamy, spinning chandeliers
Getting stranded in every stunning strand
Such a masterpiece of mantastic magic in motion

His beard game was next-level enchantment
I dreamed of worshipping every inch
Of his beardtacular empire
I got weak fantasizing about my lips
Tangled in his desirable man scruff

His ****** hair was the incomparable symphony
Of my gay heart that had me locked in him
Meandering through the picturesque valleys
Of his staggering attractiveness