Allure by Chanel

The World
Has an important flowing grain
Sweet Mahogany
Our lives slide across
Dining Room tables
And water goblets

I am Alluring
Scented evenings
That certain way ivory necks tilt
Away toward other conversations
Meanderings
Hearts unfolding like napkins

You are that Jazz
Interlude
That brass precedence
So smooth and full of soul
Searching to swoon
White gloves
Toward your lips

The City
Has such a defined line
Sensuous and eccentric
That Black Velvet
Sliding off
A Woman's hip