Lily Boy

He brings a single lily with him,

But it's fragrance stays with me,

Long after he leaves.

He'll spoil lilies for me,

For every time he passes by me,

Sneaking a look,

Smiling with a blush,

I melt at his scent,

More than his smile,

Not that his smile is crooked,

But he wants to show the world his tough look,

A fighter, a lone warrior,

But I know he's a lily boy,

With a sweet smile,

And a sweeter (sexier) scent,

Which is why he'll spoil lilies for me,

For when he leaves,

If he leaves,

For when I smell of his perfume,

And he's not there,

He'll spoil lilies for me,

Even long after he leaves.

His curly hair is new,

Giving him a softer look,

Maybe he's finally accepting he's a lily boy,

Even with his muscles and an always serious mood.

He's a lily boy at heart,

With secrets hidden in his eyes,

That change into passion quickly,

I would know,

Even where he keeps all the lilies at night.

risky poem.