I don’t care who you are, how old, or whether you’re male or female. At one time or another, you have experienced walking down a street and suddenly right there, walking toward you is … perfection. They are what your fantasies are built around.
This is a poem written with that in mind …
To Adonis in Passing by C.J. Heck I saw you today. Young god, head held high, proud mane blowing in the city's dirty breeze, clothes just enough wrinkled to make a woman believe you just crawled out of a 'quickie', or stepped off page 42 in this month's GQ. Do you mind that I turn and look as you walk by? No, of course not. You don't see me as a threat. (You don't even see me at all). But give me ten more years ... by then, I'll be old enough to reach over, give your ass a squeeze and say, “Mmmm ... nice buns.” -*- [from the book, “Anatomy of a Poet”, by C.J. Heck, available at Amazon.com]
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Youthful dreams. Greek goddess nymph too tantalized by the rising bun in the sun with fun
In the eyes open wide with sunglasses.
Oh C.J. !! You made me blush ! ☺️☺️☺️☺️