The Man
Interesting,
was the man staring
at a painting with great enthrallment, and
I went and stood beside him, curious.
He was attractive and very appealing,
and when he looked at me- I gave him my
best come - hither look.
Oh, he was captivating . . .
I wanted to say something interesting,
something very thought provoking ,
to entrap him in my allurement,
but I just said hello . . .
I was rivited to him, intrigued.
He smiled, amused, interested,
then said, the painting was spellbinding.
Oh, so charming and fascinating, so
I tried to appear beguiling-
hoping he would take note of my beauty.
He invited me for café. (Oh that voice!)
We had charisma and
our conversation was absorbing-
He was interesting and engrossing,
and I was compelled to touch his hand . . .
Oh, when did I become a seducer,
with lust, passion and desire?
Interesting.
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December 26, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/The Man
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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