GOOD GRIEF, YOU'RE STUNNING

He stands before me,
Playing with his hair.
Is he being seductive?
Or is he just aware,
Of how attractive he is,
For he is, to be fair,
A truly stunning man,
Like a picture, standing there.

He stares right at me.
What does he see?
His eyes are so intense,
And I see him naturally;
As he is, without a masquerade,
When there's no-one else around.
There's no disguise, or role to play;
His barriers are down.

I've seen him in the nude.
I've seen him privately.
But everything that I've seen,
Is kept between him and me.
I've seen his bits and pieces.
I've seen everything he's got.
I'm teased. But I'm a mirror,
So I cannot do a lot.

24 June 2002