Haze surrounding his trim silhouette, his eyes - the day sky
before an Arizona sunset.

Michigan backstreet-bad boy,
an American classic- tattooed.

His voice , the lustful drawl
in all life's rhythm & blues.

"True Love"*, you wear your heart on your sleeve
with an arrow through it.

In your gaze,
I gain control.

And in your magnetic touch,
I lose it.