Aristocrat, by Unintended
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With his suit the colour of soot,
Was he the one I'd loved, head over foot?
If so, he hasn't changed one bit:
Aristocratic, solemn and a hint of wit.
Staring him down,noticing his arm
Draped around a woman, oozing charm.
I recognise the look on her face:
Certainty that he could never be replaced.
He holds the reigns around his soft finger
Whilst locking his hard gaze on her.
A woman can forget about leaving him;
He leaves women spellbound and flustered within. |
Posted: 2012-03-12 19:07:00 UTC |
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