Mr. Suave

’tis a tale about Mr.Suave
he traveled around
met many women
on the wrong side of town.

He told each one
you have a gleam in your eyes
that reminds him of
her sighs.

He had the gift of words
could make hearts blush
hearts skip beats
cause he knew about lust.

It dripped out of him
in dark places
motels knew him by
his first name
and every night a new face
became his game.

He was a hunter
of weak women
those abandoned by others
who couldn’t understand
the fire burning within
and he knew how to satisfy
he was a striker
others were bunters.

Someone once said
he had a golden touch
one that caused angels
to fall
and follow him to bed.

Mr.Suave was ultra cool
knew how to groove
nothing he learned in school
made him special
he had his own rules
I’ll get you before you get to me.

No one knows
what became of him
some say he died
others believe
he became a hairdresser
in Hollywood
but what ever you choose
to believe
you can best bet it’s good
he didn’t meet you.

6/4/2008