Ode To Hunkiness by Kat
Bodies so hot they melt the computer screen on contact,
Tension filled pages pregnant with desire,
Oh, how women have dreamed of you!
Your muscles rippling, sweaty from the exertions of saving your true love's life.
A love you're afraid to confront.
You come to us from writers' dreams,
Hands uplifted beckoning us to share the fantasy,
Wanting us to care, to feel, to want as we haven't before.
Your eyes in blue, or gray, green or dark as night, hide your secret pain,
The heart you dare not show.
Why do we follow?
What can you teach that we don't yet know?
That even a bad boy can be redeemed?
That a pure heart can sometimes be hidden behind troubled veils.
We cheer for you as you struggle to find love.
Something to live for.
You draw us into your world with your pain.
We want to hold you.
Rock you like a babe in arms.
Hold you to our breasts and tell you love will prevail.
And you believe.
So we read. We dream. We desire.
That which we cannot have.
But feel with all our hearts.
(Hey, I never claimed to be a poet...and it's been a very long time since I've tried. I'll admit, I'm a little rusty.)