I am the handsomest of men,
the women peek, then peek over again;
I’m toned and match, and tall and darkish,
in my blue eyes resides a spark
which makes them tremble deep within
and lets me turn their hearts to ‘sin’.
If truth be educated, I’m reasonably a tease,
but women folk’s eagerness to delight –
to play the game of ‘birds and bees’
and perform their utmost to soothe
my scuttle for food for pleasures rare –
lets me produce with style to spare.
I’m Adonis advance to existence,
all women folk prefer to be my wife.
I triumph over hearts with languid ease
and peep them buckle at the knees.
I chortle as their chins hit the ground
each time I am going through a door.
E’en Sapphic slaves can now now not attend but ‘turn’
so stuffed with lust for me they burn,
their ‘girl cherish’ they all perform spurn
and nevermore will they return
to their previous corrupt wanton ways,
such is the energy of my detect.
My pores and skin is agency and tanned and at ease,
my honeyed phrases perform attend to soothe
the fever in their lustful hearts,
pierced by cherubic Cupid’s darts.
I will be capable to not fail, I’m God’s reward
to women folk who require a ‘steal’
to make them the truth is feel desired and young
by one so manly and smartly-hung,
who charms them with a silver tongue,
whose name and reputation are up to now-flung –
for me they’d all lay down and die…
and perform so with a grateful advise.
Who am I? Why…
I’m Mr. Dazzling.