He has a beauty that flies under the radar.
Mahogany skin thats almost to dark and never light enough.
Ebony eyes that grasp the betrayal.
He's a calm force that barges in the mundane and demands change.
The timbre in his voice fills with scorn for the emptiness.
His beauty flies under the radar.
He falls constantly yet his muscles bulge from the pressure of walking the line.
He rarely cries.
His smile is fleeting.
He absorbs the world for all its worth and reaches for its soul.
He chuckles. He smirks. He laughs boisteriously.
His beauty flies under the radar.
Always for the people.
Believing in a certain justice.
He isnt a god.
A man. Only a man.
Lithe as a tiger.
His strength lies within his strength.
Flawlessly he projects his flaws.
He isnt God.
He loves.
He cunningly raises his brow and wipes the sweat of trust.
His beauty flies under the radar.
