Sweet aroma in the air;

Tingles in my body as you whisper in my ear;

My heart pounding to each beat of your pulse.

I can’t get you out my mind; and each thought allows me to smile a little more each time.

My body’s weak in your presence; as a leprechaun chases his pot of old

Your body chases mine.

Watching my every move only to move with and not against me.

As I lay in your arm of steal I can’t help but think how proud.

A man, fine and tan a man as my thoughts rest in his head.

A man, what a man.