DATING FRANK SINATRA
The man who beckons for you to fly away with him.
A dapperly dressed fella whose hands welcome you.
With hands that fight to never let you go
And fingers that brush your cheek in just the right way.
The one whose eyes dazzle until you twinkle.
One with a smile that makes you smile.
One whose crooning causes you to stir
And one who melts you into butter.
That someone who places loose hair behind your ears
And breathes in your smell deeply.
That someone who welcomes you into his dreams
Only to enter yours without the slightest warning.