A Perfect Gentleman | A Poem

 

He's well groomed 

Perfectly trimmed hair 

Clear skin 

Someone who values oral cleanliness 

He is careful with his words 

Each sentence expertly crafted and executed 

He listens even if he may not be that interested. 

He's handsome with a perfectly sculpted jawline that distracts anyone he interacts with from his true intentions 

Eyes that say you can relax when in my company.

He is well dressed.

No tailored suits 

Just the ideal combination of casual and professional. 

Shirts always untucked so no one thinks him a prude. 

If you had eyes in the back of your head, you might catch his gaze wandering to places it shouldn't 

It's more than desire. It's a plan. 

He is meticulous in his structure 

Patient like a silent assassin waiting for his target to leave themselves exposed and vulnerable. 

In his spare time he writes a manifesto on poisoned chalices 

He keeps a podcast filled with tits and certificates of his assumed bragging rights.

The erected idol most hungered for by the socialites he gets off to

He spends his days complaining about the female slut

And the lack of a woman with the perfect child bearing hips.

God's gift to women 

A Magnum wearing opus 

Chiseled statue in an empty courtyard of unopened DMs

He is a man of bareback intent

He is a perfect gentleman.