His looks taboo – they consume
His steps playful – he is much practiced
His voice, seduction – blueberries, a lick of gold,
your dream told, poetry souled, your wild side sold, he makes you fold
He is the man - The Total Man.
His heart of steel, tempered
His lovin’, urgent, maddening – the way it is delivered
He seeks permission not – all the same, it is granted
Him they loathe, they hate – yet, he is wanted
This heartache that livens - them ladies – much desired.
The man with the juice, he is cool
In many ways, strong – he is a bull
Ladies, he swings, he waltzes, he tangos
To places dark, forbidden, his essence – he dangles
He paints, colourful, with possibilities – he dazzles
Dark, sweet, in his loving’ – always an angle
No angel, The Total Man – in his presence, ladies crumble.
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