He reminds me of romantic music
with a certain sleekness embodied
The insight to see right through me
Brings me to my next level
In his presence on a pedestal
He reminds me of the smooth sound of the sax
young, energetic
intelligent
I ponder the words he speak
I'll never forget
The planets aligned
The moon shined
Was this a sign?
He reminds me of the depth of poets
His talks are three dimensional
Subliminal
A unplanned something sensual
He doesn't even know it
Allows a certain foreplay
Sex delayed
Sensual torment
Desires keep dormant
Till his hands stray
for the first touch
It’s never enough
He reminds me of the flow of rhythm
Not too many men left like him
A rare gem
The strength of a bass drum and tin
He reminds me of romantic music
He is debonair, honorable, and above pettiness
He reminds me of a romantic song
filled with soothing happiness
Looking forward to seeing this brotha again
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