Gloriously brilliant yet built from gluttony
Within is held the power to breed a thousand screams
But of this gift no gift is given
And in his eyes love is hidden
He is the master of his face
And while he loves he hides this fault
While he's sad he hides this thought
When lust beckons his hands remain
Neutral, hung by his side like ropes
Dancing, teasing, tauntily close
But they still remain the hang mans ropes
Finally he dares to stray
Lets his ropes fill with muscle
Lay'n on her body naught but friends they seem
A gentle hug, a fartherly love
So much more he wants to attend
But because he's he she'll be a friend
