Behave

He sits out on the patio
Bathes in the morning rays
Squints as they arrive under his lids and lashes
A sweet boyish charm radiates

Smoke rises from the Camel Light between his fingers on the left
A pen on his right with a pad on his laps
Rosy red cheeks and frowns have never looked so good together

Irresistible to peek
But I will keep my hands to myself.