I’m not saying I don’t appreciate A lady of Paris, Milan & back again A smartly dressed woman of the Times Inspiration for me to re-dip my pen
I’m not saying I don’t cherish A bold woman who’s a little bossy Nudity as art upon tasteful scales Teasing me through 8 x 10 glossies
I’m merely submitting a formal request Publicly provide the proper image of classy Though once their prying eyes are shielded I’m going to need you to be gratuitous & sassy
I was planning on being a gentleman
But then she kicked off her heels
The rest of the night was an orgasmic blur
I went and caught a bad case of the feels
Swapping Daisy Buchanan for Lady Brett Dreams & visions traded for a martini glass The swirls of ice resemble their hearts The disappearing notion of the dignified class So we raise a toast for decent luck These three olives constitute her daily menu Dancing off silently out onto the veranda Subtly becoming her own performance venue
You have your notions of me Whether it’s my rugged good looks Or I’m a notorious scalawag Though, I’m neither a hero nor a crook
I’m not a man of much persuasion Nor am I a wild west outlaw I choose to wear the eyepatch But I’m more of a gentleman with flaws
I write fast & love slow Without a care of what they say about me When you have faith You never have to wait & see
I quietly find my secrets within Descended from that beautiful literary brogue To hell with the naysayers; we’re gonna have fun I’ll be your host tonight, the swash-unbuckling rogue
Many out there won’t warm to my charm Not their cup of tea or simply they’ve no style But you of good taste & renown class Come share a spot with the one with the mischievous smile