Poem: A Magic Land’s Hero

The wizardess of beauty
plays wicked charms
in your fingers, on your arms,
your shorts, half size,
your naked thighs,
the muscles tensing tight
your voice, your eyes,
that half way smile
why do you smirk ?
kill me… before I find out
Like the hero of a magic land
your wavy hair, flowing in the air,
I love the way you cannot care
about your button-less shirt
and the smear of dirt
on your solid chest
Kill me… before I lick it
Me – envious of the wind,
it’s blowing in,
flapping your shirt, hugging your skin,
I heave a sigh, feeling slack,
a sliding glance along your back
curvy, sexy, tense, feline,
tempting me to make it mine
so unfair…
The new born stubble standing raw,
on your angular jaw,
with your arrogant smile,
Kill me… before I bite in
Your elven eyes, they blink
like a musical note
a mental clink
of a metal ring on a metal road
marking your victory in a street fight
incomplete though
cause you don’t know
I’m watching you
or maybe you do, but pretend otherwise… ?
Maybe you know I lust you