Poem-A-Day: Day 67

Lucky Charm

                        A bewildering savvy
                     like a crooked smile
                  seducing the pants  off
               your body, one leg at
            a time. It’s some smug
         indifference laughing
      quietly on the inside
   because the bastard
knows something sly,
and solemn calming
deep within the fair
toothy grin adorning
his celestial, sexual
body that you can’t
seem to get enough
of. He’ll charm you
and stay distant all
at the same  time,
because he’s made
   a game of the dance,
      waxing and waning
         from your scornful
            wicked watching eyes.
               He shadow dances on
                  the dim corners of your
                     body, touching you gently 
                        in every place you ask.