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.
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 8:04 AM UTC
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.
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