You enjoy his gestures
gentle and formal,
Soft spoken conversationalist,
your ideal man.

He opens a door for you,
then lets you go first.
He offers a chair for you,
then gets you a drink.

You love his choice of clothes,
clean and simple.
His perfume pleases you,
perfect masculine smell.

He doesn’t make advances,
never asks for a kiss.
He keeps his hands in place
to keep your virtue safe.

My dear, beautiful friend,
feel safe as you can be.
This wretched, horrible man,
is in love with my brother.