Come Over

“Come on over,” he said with that coy smile,
That John Travolta smile,
That too-cool-for-school eye,
Dramatic but “too laid back to care” stare.
He even leaned in close,
Closer than you would at a drive in show,
Smooth operating.

He said it low like a whisper, but not
Quite, using all the tricks
From the decade old books
For the pimps and the playboys, closing his
Bedroom eye at the last
Second to suggest something more than, “Let’s
Have beer and pizza.”

There was no way that anyone could mis-
Construe the sensual
Pause and finger movement,
Nor the way he leaned on the door with his
Hand curling round my waist,
Pulling me further, enticing me to-
Wards his company.

This was just his way of capturing pray,
Of drawing his captive
Without their say, spinning
Their dizzy minds in to his web of lies,
Twisting and turning their
Hearts, doing with them whatever he may,
But just ‘til morning.

Within his eyes was something to behold,
As how he did what he
Did to the men that he
Did was a bit of a mystery to
All for he only had
One eye to enthrall (half enough to love).
“Lean in close,” he said…