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
6 comments:
I have several thoughts reading the post and then just smiled. Superb ...it's rare that I am short of words. Amazingly penned :)
@Shwetha Dave
That made me smile. Do share your thoughts, I am eager to know. :)
Thank you for stopping by! :)
Well, sounds like he is missing out on something in life..like love..
@Truedessa.
Everyone is missing out on something or the other in life, right? :)
A disposed cigar....whew.
@ Helen Killeen Bauch McHargue. :)
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