Not My Type.

No shirt

hot bod.
His, that is.
So why did
I break out in
a sweat?

No shoes

barefoot,

bare chest, with
a bare, baby face
to make the
angels sing.

Nothing

but ragged
cut-offs,
hugging a
tawny six pack,
and a smile

No pin-up

pretty boy
could touch,
a smile that
zapped every cell.
He was definitely

not my type.

(crank)

i didn't like this one at first.
kristin and mariah changed my mind.