Suitably manly

Opened up
This picture is great! You are very cute!

8. The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it's done -
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it's real
A thousand kisses deep.
/snip
The poetry you have posted so far is superb! Great thread you started!
 
This picture is great! You are very cute!

8. The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it's done -
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it's real
A thousand kisses deep.
/snip
The poetry you have posted so far is superb! Great thread you started!

Thanks, gregarious brunette.

Here's another then.

The Woman in Sunshine by Wallace Stevens

It is only that this warmth and movement are like
The warmth and movement of a woman.

It is not that there is any image in the air
Nor the beginning nor end of a form:

It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
Burns us with brushings of her dress

And a dissociated abundance of being.
More definite for what she is -

Because she is disembodied,
Bearing the odors of the summer fields,

Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent,
Invisibly clear, the only love.
 
Am the only one who jumps from "So" to "Goes" (and then returns to fill in the blanks)?

That's cheating.

This goes very well indeed. The loosening of a tie is so wonderfully suggestive...

And I look forward to a cuff links series, where eventually, the shirt sleeves get rolled up.

Well done! :rose::kiss:

Let's is very sexy! I love a guys hands/wrists/cuff links... :cattail:

Cuff links it will be then for my next installment.
 
The first in the series is my favorite. Just the head tilt alone makes me laugh. It seems as if you are having a lot of fun.

Smiling pictures are good too.
 
More pictures coming tomorrow most likely.

For now, some poetry.

To Whom It May Concern by Andrew Motion

This poem about ice cream
has nothing to do with government,
with riot, with any political scheme.

It is a poem about ice cream. You see?
About how you might stroll into a shop
and ask: One Strawberry Split. One Mivvi.

What did I tell you? No one will die.
No licking tongues will melt like candle wax.
This is a poem about ice cream. Do not cry.
 
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