The Gentleman Poem by Martin Lochner

come here and let me kiss that god given
delicious cheeks that glows soft pink
when you see me

that gentle pride that ever keeps its distance
but submissively droops her swan like neck
when i am around

big brown eyes that looks to the ground
when mine seek to connect

classically trained and groomed in passionate restraint
virgin beautifulness that role plays a fragile nature

see me now clearly porcelain ballet bird
there is no perversion here

take my hand and i will be your chaperone against those
that wants to smash my pure vision of you