Dashing, thats you.
A sinful slip into dark places
that raise a womans temperature
and sometimes, her skirt.
Don’t lift that eyebrow, you pirate!
I know your quirky ways.
I should be more coy,
but Oh boy Oh boy..
That silky hair,
and thoughtful air,
mixed with something chocolate,
yup, drowning in those eyes,
I am a goner gone,
It would be less embarrassing,
were I not so obviously smiling.
nice one