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He's a ravishing, classic, ancient beauty
A touch of gentle curved on pale rosy lips
Yet glint of wicked flashing in silver irises
Who would have thought beautiful man could morph silently?

His voice warm baritone, his mouth affluent with lies
His kisses slowly stretch, forming sinister smiles
His white teeth in a grin, show alluring fake gleams
Who would have thought beautiful man could morph silently?

He moves like water, his appearance to deceive
He vies to stand, to reach out, arms wide for an embrace
Yet quiet in the dark, he waits to devour his preys
Beau beautiful, no longer, it is a beast looming over
None could have thought beautiful man could morph silently

january 11, 2005