Spurts

February 2nd, 2024

My heartthrob

You are a well-endowed reincarnation

of a Greek Doryphoros

The way your emerald eyes undress me

is a sultry invitation

the wind blowing through your golden mane

as if it was releasing sunrays

is the perfect alluring recipe

for the rarely impress

Your gallant demeanor

that sleek attire

that nonchalant smile

a sculptural embodiment of an Olympic god

you’re the living depiction of beauty

the definition of masculine energy

truly breathtaking

how could one not wonder?

Some ask why aren’t I afraid

butterflies can make quite the dazzling sight

enchanting at times

but hardly ever lead to the treasures behind light prism

and yet, how can one know for sure

if is not by embarking on that adventure?

not a single wonder in this world

was ever discover by those who didn’t risk it all

The sound of your laughter

warms my heart

It feels surreal to have found someone

as you are yet, I wonder

whether thine fingers with thy tongue

spurt my soul into the seven heavens

for one must decipher the way around my curves

and know how to summit bliss

yours truly,

Ibis