His Perfection

I stare entranced at his confidence
his masculine pose
through dark nightclub shadows

Simple in form, so natural to him
he knows not my desire to be as he is
as he engages the woman alone

His leather arms and shoulders
move in warm gestures
shiny and relaxed against his pefect form
with a flavor I so much want to taste

I dream to be wrapped in his embrace
his leather around me, holding tight
warmth against me

Yet it's not to be, now or ever, and I let go

The shadows let me build my imagination
comfortable, natural, without image

Strong

A profile reveals a man I deem perfect

Perfect not as a beauty to have
Perfect as a beauty I so much want to be

In another existence...

but never will