His Perfection

Sleek lines

Tailored to perfection

Not a hair out-of-place

T’s are crossed

I’s are dotted

My god, my hands itch

To reach out

And blur those lines

Pull of the suit

Drag my hands through his hair

To leave my mark

On his perfection

-Kel Dayheart

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