A Gentleman.

I remember one summer,
I was comissioned to work on the Spanish coast,
near the sandy, sultry, beach.

Early morning, I'd like to take a walk to sea,
women--scant clad, together and giggly--
proferred me a chance for a foto shoot.
There was no one around;
we were free in the water.

Later that morning,
I would attend to my work.
A sexy, sultry, repressed woman of the in-lands--
her rigid husband brought her in to diagnosis a fever,
but not animal spirit.

She had manipulated the wave of information to him,
like misinformation:
She was desperate.

Her cunt I saw drooped like Bell's Palsy.

Atrophy!  I thought.

I knew she wanted me to tell her husband leave.
She heard about me, I presume.

The rest I shall not share.


- A Gentleman.