Elevation CM

The man in the elevator standing there.
His chiselled face, blue eyes, dark hair, very handsome. 
Holding breath, as lustful eyes have spied him
Just who is that striking man within reach?
I’m sure he knows, what affect he has on women.
How could he not? Tall, so good looking, well dressed,
And I bet he is ever so nice to talk to.
Smiling, as he watches his own reflection 
God I am gorgeous; he thinks to himself.
As the elevator door slowly opens
Adjusts his stance, picking up his briefcase
He smugly takes one last reflective glance.

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