Le Coward

He wanders in quietly, subtly but confident.
Deceiving us his hands lived in his pockets
His entrance caught my attention
And his gait built up the tension

Lucky I look sultry today
I loosen up in attitude and also a few buttons in me
Exposing cleavage only the worthy have seen
On his valiant horse, he strides to the counter
His right-hand does not live in his pocket after all
Or maybe it does and it only comes out for fun
Making an order I wish was me.
Yes, me. Served on a platter of silver wearing only sauce.
He swaggers to a chair across me
I make eye contact.
My tender arms hoping to grab his body and my eyes, his attention
Our eyes meet for a second and they say hello.
But he takes his eyes away before my eyes could say her name
I still maintain eye contact while he stole glances
my hand abetting my skirt in climbing up its social ladder
The higher my skirt, the more social I am
It climbs till I am certain he can see between my lap, a dark abyss
Hoping he would be curious enough to know what lies within
But he makes no move, glued to his chair he eats.
It creeps upon me, the scarlet desire of approaching him
Baring him my lustful heart
Let him know I want to live with his hands in the confines of his pocket
To love me, care for me and lust for me.
As I, Him.
But society says no
Society in its facelessness says he will think I'm cheap
Society is always watching
And so I resort to body language
A language whose accent I've not mastered
And so he finishes his food and leaves
No word, no wink
I wouldn't want him anyways.
He's just a coward.