His fringe swept neatly to one side,
a knowing smile is on his lips.
He may be a lawyer,
but his lifestyle is not lawful.
“Call me Sir”, he says.
He taps his iphone and opens Grindr.
Fresh meat is too tempting,
in his experience.
He owns a riding crop
but no horse.
He owns clothes pegs
but no washing line.
Most comfortable in a suit
- his birthday one that is.
This man is impenetrable
(in a court of law).
Sometimes I wish
he thought not of men, but of me.