Subtlety reigns, supreme man's joys boyish,I could, had I liberty to.
Like a boner in the morning, he smiles secretly, an illumination of his manhood,
Which mebbe ne'er needed still fills his day with less dread but vitality of his youth.
Like his pee, the satiation unparalleled, when he throws his head back in content.
Like his plate, he demands filled to the brim yet will, without shame unload only a fraction.
Like his word which regardless of his error, he'll stand by and defend upon his honour!
Like his handshake, strong and reassuring, a mark of his truce.
Like his stride, meticulously measured, confident and personable.
Like his arrogance, though converted, an emblem of rouge.
Like an ache, a calmness with the depth of the sea.
Like the earth, nurturing and wide-hearted to bosom his loved ones,
Like the waters, clear yet queer and nourishing.
Like his look, which quells fights and sets boundaries.
Because he is and not to be isn't acceptable.
Simo.
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