Allure

A suit over white linen,
'Au Ravior !'
Lips of tight skin in
A masculine aura.
That brand is timeless
Aged by his expression.
He clenches his jaw
Scoping the view with intention.
The look of a hard earned pension.
One that is well-mannered.
Going through a mental checklist
Of the needs that he openly catered
To; the man who cannot see me
For I have hidden away too well
But when he makes it over here
I will direct my nonphysical spell.

~ B