The tapered brunette hair

begged the question,

“Where did you get your hair styled?”

 Deep melodic voice tones responded,

“The safety barber visited me”

Arms were chiseled

By a sculpturer.

The veins in his hands perforated

corneas.

Curly hair creeping up from

His tee shirt sizzled.

His cargo pants that slapped against his knees

Showcased his leg muscles,

Caused a salivating frenzy.

Impaled eyes drove

To the brink of orgasm.

The mystery behind his black mask,

Caused shivers.

An imagined a mile-wide smile

Filled the artistic teeth.

The only flaw

 Slightly crooked nose

 Sent a gasping beauty finishing touch.