Picture Perfect Poem by Hm. Nes

She always looks her best and opens wide
Her arms, with not one challenge to my pride
Upon her lips, not else but trust. Her eyes,
With tender wanting, captivate my heart,
And I lose every battle at its start,
Without a place to turn, no place to hide

Save in her arms- I hide there in her arms
And puzzle at the ringing of alarms
On every side: Beware, they say. She harms
And ruins lives, at least the parts held dear.
But I resist the urge brought on by fear,
To flee beyond the reaches of her charms,

For she is not like other girls whose quest
Seems but to undermine my average best,
Confirming what I always knew, that less
Of me is much preferred. And girls concerned
With finding naught but Superman have learned
That I, inept, can never pass such tests.

And so, I'll keep my distance from the grind,
The measured scale that hopes a prince to find;
While I, know all too well I'm not the kind
Of guy to someday be a noble prince
Or Superman, or something better, since
My dreams are worth not else but to malign;

Though she, who always looks her very best,
And with her eyes betrays a princely quest
That finds resolve in me; then bares her breasts
To validate- though I unworthy be,
While she, the picture perfect one for me
Lowers said bar and helps me pass the test.