CAMOUFLAGED CUPCAKE

he has these dark brown eyes,
just a shade lighter than his pupils.
when he looks at you they gleam,
they sparkle, they glimmer.
a twinkle just to let you know
there’s someone really special
behind those lustrous eyes.

his smile is a full toothed one,
natural, not overly distorted
by those white-coated devils 
with their unfriendly latex gloves.
these natural teeth assemble
a smile that will likely make you melt,
a grin that triggers laughter,
that bubble that welts up inside you
just because he’s happy,
and suddenly you’re happy.

there’s a light sprinkling of freckles
that dust his features in a boyish look
and pathetic attempt to conceal
that rough charm that lurks
beneath the surface along with 
that strong voice and deep chuckle.

the thick, dark, fussed over hair,
bristling as it sprouts forth from
that oh-so-gorgeous head.
and the head, swaying from side to side,
to inform you that you’re breaking rules,
but to admit to you this intrigues him.

his body is thick and sturdy.
you somehow know you can always
lean back against it, and you won’t ever fall.
those broad arms of his that are all muscles
aren't always meant for throwing a punch
but for throwing around you
to remind you that you’re appreciated.

don’t be fooled by his macho disguise,
this one’s no ordinary young male.
don’t be surprised when he asks for a tissue
and sincerely drenches his face in salty tears.
don’t be shocked to realise you’re sobbing
because he’s so beautiful, so perfect.
don’t be stunned when you find yourself
camouflaged with your dull metal locker,
half as stable and twice as cold.