Tall, Dark and…Dark?

I idolise the snarky old bastard, who
Flies with unnerving grace, seeming to
Slither sinuously with a shimmering gait.
Flashing eyes, the dark orbs are enrapturing,
Those eyebrow raises…shudders of desire are
Unwillingly brought forth. His voice promises
A wonderful time, a smooth tone and deep dark
Sounds. He is tall, he is dark, but by no means
Is he handsome, he is just dark, all the
Way to his soul. My sneaking, sly and cunning
Hero, the man who never acted selfishly, always
Selflessly. A looming figure contorted with
Pain, but not to me, with him there is more
Than the eye can see.


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