Mm.. Softly Stringing My Emotions Like The Chorus Of His Guitar

Mm... to lay under him is my nightly gift
A recipient of his treats is carnal bliss
Knowing I would give him the world from off my Heavenly list
Lay at his feet the secrets of the moon granted by the stars
My handsome Man from Mars
Speechless, behind beguiling words from afar
I have the wine, here in congratulations, his Cuban Cigar
 
I do not have a history in any of this
The time has come for you to hear words as they roll off my lips
Are you ready to take that French Haitian Creole emotional dip
Talks of world ordinance and its stressful issues
What’s my life story, what subjects make me grab tissues
Please excuse my Eastern dialect
It’s part of my native to American connect
 
Wondering should I stay glued, or just let
Give you my heart to sole protect
Such a beautiful, requested choice
To finally hear a baritone heartening voice
Umm, you mean late night talks listening to wicked tales
Remind me to pay homage to the invention of Alexander Graham Bell
I’m taking a Moet toast to this
Please do not get me in the middle of the ocean and abandon ship
With no hand extending, as I sink without your manly grip
 
Therefore, keep my Chakras on its revolving spiritual course in automatic mode
Without system failure overload
I do hope ears who this befalls, know I am not speaking in Morse Code
For the handsome one who penetrates me deep
When he speaks to me so free
Have faith, no busy signals, and allow the powers to be
 
It’s such a turn on to read your beautiful rambles
As your brain is typing and words are fused and scrambled
I hear you handsome one, I got you, your undying heart
I see its time to give you your just due, I must say, what a beautiful start