Texan Perfection
It's almost a crime
To be such perfect eye candy
To have a body like a work of art
A sculpture
A muscular block of a man
With hair a mass of blonde curls
Cascading
I want to watch you
Arch your back
In a hot yoga pose
Your head thrown back
Your curls waving
Or one lovely evening
Sit in the Airstream
Sip Tequila Sunrises
Or Bud Lites on ice
Listen to your bongo beats
As the sand slips to the tide
Because Surfer, Dude
Your luscious inflection
Melts me
Like the Malibu sun
So tear off your shirt McConaughey
Let the sun tan your chest
Let the sand caress your toes
As the turquoise sea throws you a wave
Let the chick flick stud be washed away
Toss out the formula
Rewrite the script
And surf on my waves of pure adulation.