I want to have six packs,
Each layer so obvious like the spaces in a rack.
My body built should be as strong as a breastplate,
But as soft as a pillow for a soulmate.
Wealth, the perfection to make me the man,
And my steps so manly like I follow the rythm of a parade band
I wanna be as tall as saul,
The tenderness of my touch, a seduction which should lore,
Then what if dimples crest my cheeks
And my eyes as perfect as they are when I wink.
Imagine me with white set of teeth
Even the devil would smile at me with no evil objective
Red succulent lips is no more a prayer
Also in possession is faithfullness not to be a player.
Should I possess a dark or a blonde hair?
Each strand glittering like when the rising morning stares.
Soft beards for bedtime tickling with no rush.
Just the thought of me should make her blush.
Adventures, her opportunities to be with me forever in a flash of light
When in bare bodies, I should always be the man to win in the fight...
Well, I want to be me. I'm more perfect than I will ever want... #winks
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