There is this beauty of men I have..

Walking past my eyes I take mini pictures..

From their mouth that's clean like fresh snow...

To their bodies that they take time to grow..

I could always admire a man..

They are like Picasso paintings painted by hand..

Their eyes who are crystal clear

& their strong hands that can grasp gently on your rear..

Oh & their clothes

Walking by looking like a runaway instead of a road..

This can't be real..I always say..

Walking past a man in his deepened voice saying hey..

I really can't go a day..

Without observing a man..

Brightening my day..

Like Spring in May...