Pout

Her power is her pretty
The time she takes to do her hair
the smile she gives, head tilt, bat eyelash stare
male gaze attire
floral skirt, high heels 
demure 
not too wild
her side glance and you hand over your wallet 

His power is his money 
pays for dinner, five star
Michelin style
oysters rockerfeller, octopus
order his entrée be sure to share and skip dessert 
bottle of Cristal flash the bling when the guests arrive
his confidence at its high
drives you wild

Her power of pretty
is from
the inside
of course he sees 
considers it sexy
natural glow of the sun on the face til the hair parts and shows her age

his power of money
built from generational wealth 
flows scarce
as time passes 
loss of excitement
the fresh ride stale 
no need to impress
his needs have been met
complaints of funds spent
flowers from stop and shop for special occasion is all you’re going to get