I can fantasize if I want about kissing those
lawless lips
as I go taking long, slow , sweet sampling sips
while brushing his day roughened jaw
with my flawless, feminine finger tips
as I slide my free hand down his impressive backside
where it gently dips
he makes me think of afternoon romps and clandestine
trips
even when I hear an old recording of his voice my heart-
beat skips
I could easily enough see myself hugging all six feet
three inches of his rough magnificent manly bod
all the while worshiping his obvious masculinity like
he was the American Version of a proverbial Greek god
only his hair would likely be the dirtiest blond
and I'm afraid I can not allow myself to divulge what
would be considered his 'magic wand'
but I will tell you this you'd never wish to put
'it' down
for with 'it' in hand he could show you some
unbelievable sights
and you wouldn't even have to go into town
to describe him
Raw, Rugged and Unleashed are three words I would
be quick to pen at will
that promise full smile of his should be outlawed
as an unlicensed weapon to kill
why his hot stares alone could defrost nights long
since gone chilly
and the clothes that adorn his broad, brawny man's body
are neither fashionable nor frilly
the carefully created fantasy of the man has slowly
began to fade
for a million or more other men this image I could
never trade................
(written Dec 1,1992 am)