Massive, impassive,
Muscles and ripples,
A scar on his cheek,
Rings pierced his nipples,
And I knocked over his drink...!
We have something to discus,
Said he.
Don't you mean discuss said me ?
He smiled and shook his head...
And this massive dark man,
Built like a tomb,
Picked me up in one hand, spun me,
And hurled me across the room.
Neil O'Hara-Smith