I Peep Through the Peep Hole

I Hide Behind the Peep Hole. In front of my door stands a suited man. Through the peep hole, I look hard as I can. I now refuse to open: i am not a fool but this one tall and dark, might change the rule. I squint to see his black hair its deep waves rippling like the sea tides on his fresh fade. Dark eyes, brown resembling roasted chestnuts. His teeth bright white, a smile I should not trust. The body slender standing 6 feet tall. Ralph Lauren suit, on his body not small Even his brown shoes were without a scratch I just stand there, watching. Would i be a match? He knocks again and still, I’m not prepared. My body stiffens, my limbs are weak as air and yet I keep on looking through the door I don’t open. He isn’t there anymore. He moves to his sports car, shaking his head. He murmurs words but I can’t hear what’s said. He gets into the car and buckles his belt, The car cranks. I can’t describe how I felt. Down the cul-de-sac, and around the curve, and out my vision he goes with a swerve .