Sunday, February 22, 2015

Ode to his Perfect Masculinity

His eyes branded me with a golden glance-
I burned with desire; I became a fire,
fated to perform the eternal dance-
that reaching for love, that soaring higher.

His lip was a rivulet lost in me,
and I found my soul at the water's edge.
His fingers that played me a melody;
I was but turned into a timeless pledge.

His arms that blossomed around my heart;
I was sculpted anew- a perfection.
His feet that drew me a work of art-
I journeyed a shadow sans a question.

I say to myself that I know a man
who has worshipped me like no one can.

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