Bullseye

His voice was smooth,

Unfaltering

Sweat trickeled down

Through his neatly pressed collar

Of his white shirt

Still, he smiled with grace.

Slightly adjusting

His richly perfumed black suit

His eyes scanned the crowd

But at the same time,

Nodding to the million dollar corporate-business man at the front

He made it look like he was interested

He made it look so easy...

Attractive women made way towards him

He dismissed them with his pale gaze

Long wine glasses clinking,

The air smelled of intoxicating pleasure.

Ah, it was the same old game,

He thought to himself

Same old people

Same old parties

He was getting bored

Voila! His eyes landed on someone

Her hair was tied up in a soft bun

Wispy strands stroking her face

She was talking to an old man

Her teeth weren't perfect though

But there was something about her eyes

That encased him

Made him feel vulnerable

As if out of his cocky shell

Her eyes landed on him

She smirked

It caught him a bit off guard

He was surprised

Her lips were painted a cherry red

Just like his wine

He felt dizzy

He never felt like this

A smirk flew to his lips too

This was truly interesting

She was ravishing in her white satin gown

So was he

Bullseye, he thought.