His Hershey eyes
All chocolate and deep
Invade my sleep
And my wildest dreams

Smooth dark skin
Chiseled muscle arms
Gather me up
Keeping me safe from harm

Soft gentle lips
Caress my neck
Plush yet warm
Like velvet

Gentle curls
Atop his head lined up in a nice fade
That has blessed his head

And a wrinkled brow
When deep in thought
On sight
I feel as If I am swallowing knots

And then his smile
Colgate white
A shining star
On the darkest nights

So who is he?
You all have asked
I am actually a little embarrassed to say
But it’s sadly true that

I don’t know who this mystery man is
So yes, with that being said
I am passionately and ironically in love with someone who does not exist?