The fragrance of Cody
The triumph of love ody
Brushing my soul
With the feisty console
The dark spirits of clan
Clouting people in darkness
Yes, there's lot to confess

He was a daddy-fied, macho-dripping masterpiece
Concrete-shatterin’ alpha treasure
Macho magic baddie
Brick-wall built charm
Grown-man greatness

Cologne-armed, flaming-hot awesomeness
That stopped all traffic in his sight
My grill-hot, top-notch heartthrob
My raw-*****, real deal charmer
My front-page flexin’ hunk

He had that straight-up boss daddy flavor
That kept me craving his
***-ody-ody breathtaking beauty
His blister-level, delectable finesse
Gag-worthy spectacular attractiveness
Buttercream-smooth dreaminess
Lip-glossed lusciousness

I was so addicted to his
Finesse-fueled freshalicious
For real for real
With his broad-*** beefcake shoulders
Bossman chest to caress

I was so spellbound by his
Astoundingly astonishing beauty
I was deep, deep, too far deep
Into the depths of his thirst-trap thugness
Beyond comprehension gay

He gave me daddy fever
Made my knees weak
I was so addicted to his stellar beard
His irresistible build
His unprecedented energy
So boy-gone-to-the-moon-and-back

He was my paradise on fire
My ecstasy sanctuary
My crash-hot magic zone
My bliss bomb on blast
My high-voltage explosion utopia
My dream-drip dope Romeo
My cloud-nine kryptonite

I was hooked on his hypnotic heat
He was a whole soul-rockin’ocean
Of chocolate confections
Laced with luscious **** sauce
He had me dizzy and litty
Off his body-ody-ody built
To straight-up slay my heart

I was lost in his hot, kissable pecs
His dark chocolate *******
So feelable and lickable
Irresistible arms that charmed me
Delectable abs that grabbed me

He was so beardiful
All rugged seductiveness
Coveted lushness
Eyes that were hazel hotness
Top-notch art that conquered my queer heart

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I was lost in his chocolate drip charm
His badass bangin’ body-ody-ody
Deep vibin’ on his macho mantastic marvelocity
His insane frame game was speaking
Straight sensual slang to my domain
Dropping club rockin’ chart-toppers in my heart
Rappin’ red-hot rhymes that flowed through my veins

I got knocked out like a mug
By his thugged-out steelo in poetic motion
Fell OD wild for his spellbinding smile
Cuffed up by his thundertacular gangbusterness
Meteor-smash passion so infinitely masculine

My gayness tuned in to his
Uptown surround sound enchantment
My Romeo radio in heavy rotation
My magic daddy FM
My stadium sensation sold out in my soul

I was so addicted to his ice-cold dopeness
His ice-box machoness
His city-dripped freshness
I luxuriated in his radiant
Universe-grade manliness

Got caught up in the paradise
Of his cinematic attractiveness
Polished-up photogenicness
Stellar hunk shine, divine and all mine
He was my Billboard bossman #1
In my life and dreams for all time

In the world of gay poetry
All the men I ever loved
The supreme dream kings
I couldn’t touch in reality
Became mine in lyrical lines

Mine from head to toe
From their crash-hot crowns
To their ****, fragrant feet
Their broad, carved chest
Where my gay fantasies
Awakened and amplified

Museums of mantastic marvels
So studtastically scrumptacular
So sauced-up snackalicious
Straight-up munch-worthy
Steezy-sweet treat

Making me weak
Seizing my senses
With their abs of steel
Seamless symmetry in motion
Flexing biceps and triceps

Their enchanting eyes shimmered
Like stellar eternal lakes
Regal seas and towering trees
Their swaganomical charmingness
Was muscled-up magic

Their lips, luscious premium liquor
Platinum poetry of magical ecstasy
A masterpiece of top-tier masculine tenderness
That left me speechless
Rizzalicious and steelotastically enrapturing

Every loverman in my mind’s queer universe
Was steezytacular to the max
Mad hot hunks forever mine to love
Treasuretacular thirst-trap trade
That had me swooning over their ruling magnetism

My heart set ablaze with crazy gay fever
Sensational body-ody-odysseys
Making my gayness float in their sauce zone
So enthralled by all these beardalicious heartthrobs
So thrilled by all these heavenly lineups of firecracker daddies

He struck my **** universe
With his macho hot lightning
Left me floating on the thugged-out clouds
Of his supreme stunna shine

My top-grade trade blazed
Through my gay nation
Commanded every inch of my being
Enchanted my headspace and heartspace

Straight-up smashed through my rainbow fantasies
He had me dubbing him my dreamboat daddy
Every fiber of my frame forever
Submitting to his VIP virile flex

I basked in his fast-lane swag
Swooned over his stunna-man chest
His bulletproof biceps
His platinum-kissed abs
His rockstar rearguard

My moonwalking mancrush
Had me ready to combust
In his robust arms
He slayed me with his body-ody-ody game

The way he spoke soft words in my ear
Had me cherishing his enrapturing spectacularity
I was carried away in his scintillating greatness
So lost in the hypnotic pull
Of his all-star arena-grade allure

I was mega gay for his
Thugged-out mantastic construction
Hella gushing for his
Seductively enchanting perfection
Floored by his sparkling tattooed allure

Swooning hard for his **** candy treasure
His ultra-bricked exquisiteness
His mad crisp masterpiece
Next-level platinum finesse
Straight heat elite that made me weak

Arms like a spark-thrower shotgun
His chest, a whole buffet of unparalleled greatness
His abs, six-pack snack platter
Gym-built back, daddy deluxe legs
Serving stallion splashiness

Beard game stronger than hard-knockin’ bass
Body-ody-ody that spoke to my **** heart
Hypnotic like a hook
Catchy to the max
His talk and walk game
Had my domain going insane

He was the GPS to insurmountable paradise
My personal Wi-Fi
My chart-topping slow jam
My favorite ringtone that had me geeked up
My premium-grade dream machine

My monumental muscle fantasy
My radiant planet loverman
My heavy-duty heartthrob
With the high beam headlights
Taking my breath away on sight

I was vibing on his prime flame domain
His supersonic flex appeal
His sensual jamming energy
He had me dancing on tender dimensions
Breathless on the sun-kissed enchantment
Of his handsome anthem name

I stayed lost in his breezy, blissful beauty
Every inch of him stoked my rainbow desires
He set me on fire with his kryptonite-kinetic smoothness
All I could think about was him

His dreamy beauty a monumental masterpiece
His splashy existence a tidal wave
Crashing over my gayness
His every breath a treasure-grade rarity to savor

He was my titanium-tier treat
My iconic-status sweetness
My lethal premium heat
My desirable delight
I loved the way he rocked his bandanas
Fraught with crash-hot trade magic
Rugged, loverman lusciousness

His macho flow was a slow jam groove
Heavy rotation on my gay space FM
My forever station in surround sound
My number one smash hit

Body-ody-ody bass contagious
I couldn’t resist him
I was so intoxicated on the fragrance-grade highways
Of his mansion-magnified marvelocity
Flowing endlessly through my cashmere-soft world

Bruh was the total vibe
Flexed-up finesse
Swagger hittin’ hard
Foot game insane
Red bandana crowning his dome

Brown skin dreaminess
Glistening like the awe-striking sunshine
I stayed crafting crash-hot bars
Every line devoted to his dopeness

Dreamboat dreadlocks
Eyes speaking to my heart
Lips so fresh and lickable
Lush, bite-worthy
In my freaky mind
They were delectable DSLs

Mad tempting beard
Chest flex the best
Arms star-level appeal
Abs prime-time charm

I rode his macho slinky waves
Of splashy magic in motion
Body-ody-ody boombox
Swooning over him nonstop

Snackalicious stick
Kryptonite-level sack
He was packed with everything
That I salivated for
Every flavor that I savored

Homie was unprecedented magnetic dopadelicness
Dapper splash edition
Mantastic to the max
Juicylicious in all his beardiful splendor
All-out all-star awesomeness
Top-grade enchantment

Had my queer thirst traversing
The scintillating highways
Of his stellar, supertacular sexaliciousness
Max-level gay for him
Lost in his body-ody-ody bumpin’ bass

His steezylicious bewitchingness hit different
I was so hopped up on his rocket stick
His macho magnum missile
His top-tier torpedo
Couldn’t get enough of his shot-caller marbles
His A-grade treasures
His jackpot-worthy jewels

His eyes were soul-snatching swirls
Of magical passion in motion
Nectarlicious lips that I loved
Lip-smacking strapping chest
Gangbuster mountain arms
Macho golden abs
Kissable, snack-worthy back

Bossman biceps, dreamboat thighs
Lips so irresistibly juicylicious
I was blitzed on his chiseled geometry
Jonesing for a hit of his heatwave-heavy heat
Yo, I needed a hunned dozen doses
Of his **** love in my system right now

Rainbow inferno explosion
His machoness had me coasting on max loko fever
Calling out his flaming hot name
From every street to the blockbuster stars, forever mine