Mild heart attack at the local CSA
Your body seemed to be made of that Goddess clay
You quads delts and tris, surprised my attention
Taut to perfection, taught my eyes affection
You found the owners manual on body sculpturing
I tried so hard to keep my iris from puncturing
Your sense of freedom and physical expression
I’m tense and dumb when you ask me a question
What’s your name? Have you ordered before?
Name is V.Mello
God damn you’re hard core!
Don’t stare Don’t stare!
How dare you not care!
She’s not some object
for you to lay bare!
A long time ago Michael Angelo
And you know Picasso both were like whoa!
To woo they begged “can you be our muse?”
Your skins so smooth it can surely soothe
Any mans callus’ and most shoulder chips,
Ashy elbow malice, with two cracked and broken lips
I feel a panicked ecstasy with your statue’s stature
Can it be my destiny to catch or snatch your rapture?
Could I ever have what you have?
What do you do to get those abs?
what would it be like to caress those muscles?
Feel that feminine strength and be held by your hustle
It’s a first for all of us we’re all trying new things
It’s my curse of the walrus I’m all fighting for wings
I Gotta flee now, while I’m still alive
I’ll restart my heart and get back to livin’ my lie