Listening to music last night - ‘The purpose
of a man is to love a woman, the purpose
of a woman is to love a man’ – I took these
words literally - kissed Rudi passionately
while turning up the volume, he was working
on his notes – but understood this denoted
he should stop to fulfill his real purpose in
life; he complained we would be reduced
to poverty if I kept on interfering with his work,
I pointed out rich men take their mistresses
to bed because their wives are lazy and overfed,
being poor I have the time and energy to lavish
on him – he agreed, insisting I be his mistress
tonight, not his respectable wife, he would leave
her to see me, so I took off everything
as a mistress should…
lovely and vigorous! ! ! keep writing! ! ! could you read and comment on mine too, specially Life (process of Enigma) . Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing wrong with a touch of fantasy to spice-up the evening! Excellent composition.