Cartographically speaking,
I wasn't even on your radar.

I was nothing more
than a male pelvis
and a pair of lips,
with eyes on your *******.

I managed to charm you, however.
My sweet promises
of cold spaghetti for dinner
must have gotten you
all sorts of moist.

Granted I was out of practice.
My house tour
seemed a pretty fly way
of getting into your pants...           at the time.

But hey,
It worked
didn't it?