Four ways to look at you
such beauty can this be true
a blonde bombshell in blue
looking at you know who

I wonder what is behind those eyes
what thoughts start to tantalize
as they form from thoughts to actions
could I be one of the possible satisfactions

Friends I know are not
supposed to play toe to toe
but I look at those lips and that smile
my thoughts start to run wild

I fantasize about the pecs
oh I could end up a wreck
think about that Bottle
it becomes hard to slow my throttle

Your wise in your words
the pictures you add only throw more curves
your eyes visualize things
others can not comprehend

Only those to weak to understand
would complain and whine
your poetry is as beautiful
as the picture on my screen