As we walked down the cobbled road,
no finer wish could she have asked.
“Come home with me to my abode? ”
My lustful grin could not be masked.
We entered her apartment door.
She asked, “What would you like to drink? ”
and moved with grace across the floor.
“Surprise me.” I said with a wink.
She poured us each a Bloody Mary
and toasted to friendships anew.
Then she whispered soft and airy,
“You sit right there, be back in two.”
She reappeared with vim and verve.
I felt no more guilt for my wife.
My eyes elsewhere did not observe,
within her hand she held a knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem