Object of My Affections

A whimsical look at a fine man.

Object of My Affections

You're a fine looking feller.
I expect you know that's so.
The way you fill out jeans,
Better'n any man I know.

There ain't a bit of doubt,
You're not one of the girls.
Even though those shiny teeth
Are purtier than pearls.

Behind the tousled hair,
Beneath the boyish little grin
is the power of a man
who doesn't need no gin.

You're muscled, fit and lean,
Quite a sight to behold,
Rippling abs and pecs
Standing out so bold.

Your legs are long and strong,
Your shoulders wide with power.
You're so gol-darned handsome,
I'd like to meet you in the shower.

I just couldn't say enough,
if I talked the whole duration.
You really got the goods, you doll,
And my honest admiration.