It’s all stories.
Fables we have been told
Of discipline, of culture.
How to dress in public.
You may tempt a gentleman.
They are feeble minded,
Gentlemen. All of them.
Smile at them,
They smile back with
A façade,
decorating lust lying inside.
Touch them,
They feel your skin
Like a hot cake ready to eat,
Gentlemen.
A hug,
soft, formal, casual even
tells them to disrobe you
and measure you in mind,
feeding an instant growth underneath.
Gentlemen on the periphery.
I am a gentleman,
One of them,
On the periphery.
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