A Walking Cautionary Tale

Curly, thick black hair
Solem sexy eyes rimmed by powerful brows 
Mom told me to stay away 
But my legs betray me 
When he asks me to stay 
Bronze skinned country boy
Frustratingly beautiful and coy
I risk insanity by seeing him 
But he tells me we are a great team 
Ribbling pectorals 
Calves fashioned by gods
hands calloused and big 
He and Hercules have the same schtik 
Mama said to watch 
But he's x factor is just too much 
Deliberately teasing 
He gets my chest all heaving 
And…
When he holds me tight
Of everything else in the world 
I lose sight 
My Superman 
My Pita 
My Kale 
Mama still feels 
He's a walking cautionary tale