Sunday, December 11, 2011

Married Man Wanted

By Weekend Writer

His hands are moving swiftly, but I’m feeling rather miffed
he hasn’t yet attempted going further south.
I flirt, and yet disaster seems it fading rather faster
than I hitherto expected as my mouth
attacked his face and sucked ears as I embraced
his portly rear and wrapped my arms around his fat and fleshy frame.

His wife was right upon us, yet she’s turned around and gone
and where I felt him gasp, now hear my whispered name.
Had she really come upon us, had she seen and caught and sprung us
well I know she’d try to rip me limb from limb.
A sweet old thing she might be, but I tell you, should she fight me,
she would pummel me in manners gross and grim.

So, back to him I’m facing, but it’s whiskey that I’m tasting
as his sweaty pores emit their hearty fumes.
I try to rouse my interest, but alas I’m just not in this,
now his feisty wife’s departed from the room.
A scintillating venture, now just seems a non event
and I am searching for a clean and quick escape.
The danger’s none, the moment’s gone, and sadly now this is no fun:
this tempting man’s become a groping ape.


  1. Everything really can change from moment to moment and one small thing can transform the mood.

  2. Thank you for joining us for week four. Your response is so creatively different from the others--both in subject matter and in style. I love that about it. It got quite a chuckle out of me, and I'm not too sympathetic with the groping ape. Nicely done. I hope to see you back next week.