duck-face

It seems decadence is the new style
Indulgence in a female who drops in – wife or not

And decadence doesn’t have to be caviar on her navel
Or cherries inches below, or silk lingerie – just flavored condoms would do

Still for me the word that stands out is “decodence”
How to decode the female psyche and body

It seems when she says no, we are supposed
To be in Amber-light till the next night, and the next

And repression and refraction become monozygotic twins
Superimposed like a Venn diagram or a lunar eclipse

And when she says yes, she will never give you neat
Just on the rocks or cocktails, like her lips are tired of yapping

And then when you finally get neat
After a few weeks, it feels like she wants a little shopping escapade

And not to get baby dolls or micro g-strings
Just granny panties and sports bras

And finally when I think I have her figured out
She will make an irresistible duckface and politely question

“In the mood honey?”

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