Disingenuous

She called me obsequious once

Not that long ago.

A smouldering smile smacking all wind

Out of my lungs;

Breaking my charming flow.

Her golden hair turning the sun dark

And the winter warm.

Her wink, encapsulating all I stood for,

Or tried to at any rate,

Allowing my feelings to form.

Those weren’t glasses sitting on her nose

But picture frames

To show off the gems behind.

Although I did tell that to another girl once

As one of my many games.

The smile and the wink meant

Her word was surely meant in jest

Meaning I wasn’t trying to get something back

But was charming, charismatic;

The best of the best.

Her onomatopoeic grunt before

She ‘oh’ so slyly spun,

With a flash of hair and seductive wiggle

But no look back

Her vibe radiating the sun.

And later that day

When I saw her again

She smiled at me once more

And with weak knees and thumping heart

Fuelled my growing flame.

She said something

I could not catch

As the world was through my eyes

And she winked again

With charisma I could not match.

As time went by, again

I saw that seductive wiggle.

With her snide winks and flashing hair

And new virtues; strokes, jokes

A giggle

And time passed us further by

For me to know no more

But the name of Venus on earth.

So I may be obsequious.

But you, my dear, are disingenuous.