The Scent of a Man
A Poem by TTBoy
When the elevator door opened
life held me back from proceeding like
a vampire and all but sucking your throat
for your potion
Careful I would be to be so forward
and question what you do as I could
even look you in the eye
and if my glare pierces through your profile
I want you to turn and face me
and toss me a smirk
daring me to come forward and take what I want
Intoxicating as the air is
I can detect your scent because you own it
and I own you
now
And as your floor approaches with only
three of us left
Thank you for not moving until we
are alone
Thank you for accepting my compliment
Thank you for pressing the STOP button
after you covered up the camera
