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