Seductive is the way you look at me,
Biting lips and how you lower your eyes.
I stand at the bar sipping my Rum & Coke, you dazzling in red and I’m being warned by your eyeliner, should I really try.
Trying to pull you away from these parasites around you, but you seem to enjoy the attention, every one of them looks so dry.
Your alluvion action to shed other off while you walk to the bar to say hi.
I contemplate when you offer me a drink before I could.
Bold and divine like a diva but marauding.
I wonder what you got to hide.