A thousand dark secrets lurked in his eyes
they were hooded and sleepy
as sexuality clung to him like a cloak
He is a lover of women, mostly Southern
and a lover of words
When he got the two together
there was a perpetual temperature rise
running from hot to red hot
~~
He belongs to another time
before flirting became extinct
and the pursuit of romance was still an art
He's the kind of man that other men admire
and women want to be with
~~
He is handsome, debonair, dashing
flamboyant, dapper and elegant
A gentleman with a silver tongue
this persuasive aging Casanova
~~
He is part charming riverboat rake
and part swashbuckling rogue
~~
He left them all with smiles
the happier for where they have been
Each had a rip roaring, fire cracking,
roller coaster of a ride
and were all the better for buying a ticket

and knowing him...

 

(c) August  2004
Carole Mathys