I watched him as he removed his shirt, <br />that hunk of loven, James T. Kirk. <br />So young, and fine, oh what a man, <br />my lustful brain did concoct a plan. <br />To him this guy I must be smart, <br />how to meet this man who hathe stolen my heart. <br />To run my fingers through his hair, <br />kiss his lips with gentle care. <br />Whisper words into his ear, <br />that only, Kirk, would ever hear. <br />I know that, Kirk, is not actually real, <br />and is played with perfection by the dashing, Bill. <br />Brown eyes so warm, smile so fine, <br />oh how, William Shatner, has effected my mind. <br />To touch his hand would cause a stir, <br />for which mortal man hathe no cure.<br /><br />Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dashing-hunk-of-man-so-fine/
