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Thursday, 3 March 2016

The wife he never had!

painting by Cesar Santos

Ladies and cigarettes are his weakness.
Round hips, red-lips, an hour-glass figure;
Surely, he settles for nothing less,
After a night, she is his disposed cigar.

By day, he is a gentleman, at work,
Head held high, a businessman perspires,
For a raise, more incentives and perk,
By night, there is another lady as he retires.

As they fall in bed, in the wild exploration,
He wishes back his youth and vigour,
And a wife who creates such sensation,
Instead of his own, who awaits him back in anger.

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 307


Unknown said...

I have several thoughts reading the post and then just smiled. Superb's rare that I am short of words. Amazingly penned :)

Sunshine-struck said...

@Shwetha Dave
That made me smile. Do share your thoughts, I am eager to know. :)
Thank you for stopping by! :)

Truedessa said...

Well, sounds like he is missing out on something in love..

Sunshine-struck said...

Everyone is missing out on something or the other in life, right? :)

Helen Killeen Bauch McHargue said...

A disposed cigar....whew.

Sunshine-struck said...

@ Helen Killeen Bauch McHargue. :)