The Playboy Syndrome Part I

He breezes around with a princely step
He sparks from head to toe as if clad in pure gold
He emits the odor of heavenly rose gardens
He irradiates a magnetic pull, potent
like the bermuda triangle
He eases about with the importance of
the town mayor
He assumes an arrogance of a king lion
marking his territory
He wheezes his super-luxurious style around
as if to announce his rather obvious presence
His alluring demenour
easily dizzying even to the most aflluently strong-minded lasses
they can’t help feeze for his attention
Unaware, he is a huffy brute
He is obnoxious and unfeeling
He is Mr. Playboy.

(Part 2)

© Christine Kananu (Her Blog)