His top-shelf caress
Was a five-star home
Where time stopped
Streetlights flickered out
Boulevard blocks
Paused in poetic motion

His pulchritude was pure hood fuel
That filled my tank
His dreadlocks were my GPS
That my heart followed
To the grandest gay fantasies

I was stuck to him like crazy glue
I felt his delicious, infectious kisses in my bones
His dopeness poured all over me
Like treasure-charged tequila
Like high-end whiskey in my bloodstream
Every part of me hopped up
On his sultry swagger sauce

He was my daddylicious fire
My hypnotic hunk potion
My top-tier fire nectar
My high-octane liquor bliss
My hotline dream guy
Wired to my mind, body, and soul

His bassfire voice made me lose my composure
His body language was flaming hot slang
Streaming through my domain
He was the smoke I inhaled and exhaled
Laying with him had my gayness
Scintillating like exhilarating rainbows