Perfection does that,
Stops you cold.
The eye sees beauty,
The mind picks it apart
An alignment of bones,
A covering of skin,
The commonality of the human body.
Wherein lies beauty?
Perfection does that,
Stops you cold.
The eye sees beauty,
The mind picks it apart
An alignment of bones,
A covering of skin,
The commonality of the human body.
Wherein lies beauty?
If I was younger,
Would you see me?
If I was male,
Would you be interested?
If I was wealthy,
Would we be possible?
So young, so beautiful.
Clear eyes, smooth skin.
So young, so perfect.
If I could be everything I’m not
Would you love me?
Would I love you?
He moved,
His open jacket revealing and concealing
Grey suit pants over narrow hips.
Black belt
He tugged,
Fingers pulling at a silk knot
Grey tie slipping down a white shirt.
Black belt
He folded,
Rolling his shirt cuffs up
White bands framing strong arms.
Black belt
He unfastened,
A silver buckle on a strip of leather
The portal to pleasure.
Black belt