just like in 'he's like cashmere,' there's some beautiful perfect fellow that i dream about. i don't think there ever was an inspiration for the subject. that's okay though.
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He's polite, good-natured, caring,
Honest to a fault
Integritous beyond your wildest dreams
Superstitious--he throws salt
He dresses like the magazines
At times like a thrift store
He'll convince you he's up to no good
But his innocence weighs in more.
He prays to a goddess dressed in white
And dreams in shades of aquamarine
He feels in tones of maroon and teal
Every emotion is brightly seen
To him there is no greater beauty
Than to watch the sun set in my eyes
Or to graze my lips with his as well
So long as my heart complies
To watch him moove is like a floating dream
He never treads gravely, merely he sails
Across the room and to my side I watch
He lightly steps, this never fails
Then at times he rushes briskly
I note how his muscles wrest in fleet
His body moves in symbiotic patterns
Symphonious steps do train his feet
His heart is open
His mind wide and free
I admire his compassion
And utter, unswerving faith in me...
