I happened to know and meet
A ******* from the other side of the planet;
He was standing right before me
Half naked and wet.

His chest was broad and hairy,
With arms perfectly formed like of Machete;
His face was divine and beguiling,
That no living could refuse to his innocuous body.

But, you see, there is more to say,
The strand of his hair tells his story of ******* feats,
His chest has become lone travelers' resting place,
And his face is no unusual to those whose hands have touched it.

But when in  his eyes I look,
I saw a man who is distant but one;
A reflection of a soul no different from his,
A man who becomes someone he thought he would never be.