Soirees With Seduction - First Post.. Just wanted to Throw something together to add to the site :)

He wore his charisma like a tailored suit,  
hemmed and fitted  
to project a certain air of generalized cohesiveness  
regardless of the circles in which he found himself entrenched within.  
 
My fuzzy foggy memory recounts our initial interactions,  
recollected and revisited  
sober retractions and revisions,
to a once romanticized collision
that was our foxtrot
in step despite an intoxication laced blurry haze
in we which we screamed silent introductions.
  
The facade he devised and employed was a distraction,  
a beguiling charm  
disguising his fractured form  
serving to foreshadow  
how I would suit for him a  future function,
once we were entangled  
my humanity then fated for demolition and inevitable destruction.  
 
His ethos bordered on the line of arrogance and superiority  
only subtly present
 to those previously exposed
 to the infection that was his true personified animalistic predilections.  
 
Like a disease, he spread,  
managing to seep into conversations  
like an odorless toxin,  
deadly when inhaled  
but rarely noticed within the company he kept.  
 
It was akin to one’s experience peering through a fractured piece of glass,
remembering the man I initially met,
watching him manipulate with ease  
those unacquainted with all that was his disease.