There is this beauty of men I have..
Walking past my eyes I take mini pictures..
From their mouth that's clean like fresh snow...
To their bodies that they take time to grow..
I could always admire a man..
They are like Picasso paintings painted by hand..
Their eyes who are crystal clear
& their strong hands that can grasp gently on your rear..
Oh & their clothes
Walking by looking like a runaway instead of a road..
This can't be real..I always say..
Walking past a man in his deepened voice saying hey..
I really can't go a day..
Without observing a man..
Brightening my day..
Like Spring in May...