His Beauty

His beauty is a precious stone,
One I love from skin to bone
Bright like Morning Star shine he is;
Of touch there are no softer kind than his.
A body marvelous and masculine,
Pure of dirt and grime and sin,
Chiseled to perfection like Roman art,
He's the cause of my lustful heart.
I admire his skin, soft and pale as precious pearls
I admire his wispy hair of golden curls,
I admire his eyes, stimulating and keen,
They are the most striking any pair have seen.
Eyes never seen on mortal men before
The eyes of deities only seen on Zeus and Thor!
But of all his beauty one thing does shine above
That is the white heat of his blazing love.