Something about the opposite sex
Captures my fancy. I’m not sure why.
Perhaps nothing more than the curve of a limb,
The curl of an eyelash,
A bowed upper lip.
Leg man, breast man, ass man, who knows?
It’s all in a package,
All made for capturing notice and
Interest in fools like me.
Cravings of eye-candy not meant to be.
Eyes flashing wantonly,
Lips pouting feverishly,
Turn of an ankle, a brief glimpse of thigh.
Hair tossed in flippancy, hinting of more to see,
Come-hither hinting that never asks why.
I plead voyeuristic,
A challenge of malehood
To stay my distance and only observe.
But keeping desires in check is not easy.
Constant vigilance must be preserved.
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