a different kind of dangerous

the women think he knows how good he looks;
he doesn’t – he’s just doing what he does.
for though he’s shining brightly, he’s all fire;
he is a different kind of dangerous

he smiles and the panties drop around him;
he turns his head, and dozens turn to see —
each one thinks she’s the one who’s going to tame him,
to make of him less of a mystery

i sit here on the sidelines, just observing;
i’ll watch the line queue up to take their shots —
a different kind of dangerous, completely:
who makes them lose their minds
in all new

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