Pretty boy

He decorates his hair with sunflowers.
He has a long hair which kisses his fine waist
He smells of eau de parfum that percolates into the chambers of our hearts
He paints his delicate nails with bright colors
He paints his lips in seducing burgundy
He radiates a flawless beauty
He speaks in a soft low-pitched voice
He is like the contralto,so sonorous.
He walks in dainty steps along the road
He hides his tears behind the slippery kohl.
He enrobes himself in a red silk saree
He looks like an enchantress
He looks like a mythological goddess
He dances like an apsara under the flickering sky
He desires a body with dense curves
He desires voluptuous breasts
He is elegant and a damsel in disguise.
He is called beautiful and not virile.
He is a rainbow boy, a butterfly boy.
He is a pretty boy, a flower boy.

~❤️