Tuesday, 1 August 2017

RECOGNISE THIS FELLA?

                               
                          
                                         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 buckle at the knees.
                                           I laugh as their chins hit the floor
                                           whenever I pass through a door.
                                           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.

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