You had me at my eyes, I said...walking anent my personal space, propitiously invading my comfort zone, carrying on with your encomium. I am obliged. Hello, I said.

We met at the centermost of a metaphor. Right at the end of his dictum...face to face. ...You have lovely pearls, he said. I could look into them all night- could I interest you in allowing me to extol your winsomeness? Fair Lady- Love, Lust & Regrets

Tongue crawling in my breastplate, Strength tilts my head- not fighting to escape- body calling, armor falling.....guards down... Look what you found~ the heart of A lady - Fair Lady

His arrogance is going to bury whatever parts of him which survived the death of his pretentiousness.