October 20, 2020 12:56pm He looks away, not making me uncomfortable,
To allow me to absorb every incomparable,
Detail of his torso, muscles in his arms,
Eyes going lower, setting off alarms.
Drawn to his power,
Though in shadow,
This is picture is potent,
And not just for a moment.
There will be more elsewhere,
Eyes looking up, inviting a stare.
A clear shot with nothing implied,
Penetrating eyes, showing with pride.
He is not shy.
Look at his thigh,
He wants us to respond,
But what kind of bond?
