I was cruising on the freeway
Of his hunkalicious cakes
Turbo dopeness, chromed-out with fire desire
His diesel drip derriere was a horsepower monster
Revving up my gay engine to the max

Big-rig *****, flexing torque
I could marvel at forever
Chromed-out cakes glistening
Like incredible headlights
Dropping low, stealing my soul
Shaking the block of my gay heart

He was my favorite sensational treasure
My Heavy-duty hunka buns of untouchable greatness
My muscle-truck macho lover
My Silverado of seductive sauce
Supercharged sweetness polished all over
Perfectly framed, designed to blow my mind

His thighs were thugged-out thunder
Gemmed-out shine, magnificently built
His abs were GPS to insurmountable paradise
His chest was my spectacular steering wheel
Where I gripped with my hands
To feel the magic of his savor-worthy surface

His biceps and triceps were tinted windows
Flexing impressive mantastic magic
His hazel eyes were a rearview mirror to marvel in
Showing me the glow of his macho beauty in motion
His whole body was a grill guard of gangbuster glory
That had me lost in the mega F-350 heat
Of his ****-class attractiveness