Lady Killer

He looks at me with narrowed eyes,
He knows he's got me guessing.
Will he make a straight approach,
With macho stride agressing?
Or will he take the subtle route,
And saunter up quite languidly,
Great nonchalance professing?

It's clear to see he takes great pride,
In the appearance he presents.
His body is well tended,
Lack of admiration he resents.
He's sure his charm can't be denied,
His swagger surely proves it.
His body exudes confidence
As he so gracefully moves it.

Now, at last he makes his move.
He's sure that I am smitten.
He knows because he's wooed me thus
Since he was just a kitten.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Ios, in the year 83 MA.