Young god, head held high, <br />proud mane blowing <br />in the city's dirty breeze, <br /> <br />clothes just enough rumpled <br />to make a woman believe <br />you just climbed out of a quickie <br />or stepped off of page 42 <br />in this month's GQ. <br /> <br />Do you mind that I turn and look <br />as you walk by? <br /> <br />No, of course not. <br />You don't see me as a threat. <br />You don't even see me at all. <br /> <br />But give me ten more years... <br />then I'll be old enough <br />to reach over, <br />give your butt a squeeze and say, <br />mmm... nice buns...<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-adonis/
