I am the handsomest of men,
the ladies look, then look again;
I'm toned and fit, and tall and dark,
in my blue eyes resides a spark
which makes them tremble deep within
and lets me turn their hearts to 'sin'.
If truth be told, I'm quite a tease,
but women's eagerness to please -
to play the game of 'birds and bees'
and do their utmost to appease
my appetite for pleasures rare -
lets me perform with style to spare.
I am Adonis come to life,
all women wish to be my wife.
I conquer hearts with languid ease
and watch them go weak at the knees.
Whenever I pass through a door,
I laugh as their chins hit the floor.
E'en Sapphic slaves can't help but 'turn'
so filled with lust for me they burn,
their 'lady love' they all do spurn
and nevermore will they return
to their past wicked wanton ways,
such is the power of my gaze.
My skin is firm and tanned and smooth,
my honeyed words do serve to soothe
the fever in their lustful hearts,
pierced by cherubic Cupid's darts.
I cannot fail, I am God's gift
to women who require a 'lift'
to make them feel desired and young
by one so manly and well-hung,
who charms them with a silver tongue,
whose name and fame are so far-flung -
for me they'd all lay down and die...
and do so with a grateful sigh.
Who am I? Why...
I'm Mr. Handsome.