‘Neath my fingertips
Patient strength conveys understanding
Virile, hairy, muscled man
Unfashionably tufted
He - no immature, denuded youth
In the style loved by the media modern
My nostrils detect
Clean musk, scented masculinity
Intoxicating breath yields
Wafting essence which enchants
Dizzying me - as Adam did Eve
Eden's enigmatic paradise regained
Gorgeous mystery
How such differences attract
I am silk – he is leather
He, all rough whiskers – I, smooth curves
Useless, half of a whole when parted
This sweet riddle – I pray, never will be solved
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