Heart Of The Matter
Gigolo
Those dark Latin looks,
A smile so appealing,
He walks in the room,
Intent on the stealing,
And seeking his target,
He aims with precision,
Six pack at the ready,
He begs a decision,
Dark eyes flash an invite,
He's heading your way,
You're his victim tonight,
And he just wants to play,
We all know his type,
Yes, we've seen him before,
You give just a little,
He's out to get more,
He tries to impress,
But he don't stand a chance,
You're not willing or eager,
For a one night romance,
You tell him to stop,
He's determined to go,
Though he's got sex appeal,
He's a mean Gigolo!
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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