Naive

Once an old buddy of mine, told me of his date divine

with a woman of an angelic face

This lady had a body, inspiring thoughts that were naughty

but her very visceral movements were full of grace

 

Oh, she was so demure, but with a sexual allure

that would drive any man out of his mind

Saying: “Please don't choose to me abuse

naive, to the right advances I'm blind”

 

As he took her home, her voluptuous hair she did comb

white teeth, straight as the petals of a daisy

glistening azure eyes, reflected the jealous skies

In anticipation of a kiss, he went half crazy

 

Then getting bolder, he placed his hand upon her shoulder

She trembled and through the window of his soul did stare

They had a drink, then she gave him a wink

motioning, she whispered “follow me if you dare”

 

“But just a moment, stay steady, I need to get ready”

she went to the mirror as he looked on

As she started to undress, his eyes did caress

the alluring bait he was hooked upon

 

As she took off layers of war paint, he began to feel faint

then she took off her veil of flowing hair

Out of their gummy sheath, came her perfect teeth

from under her girdle, a bald spare tire, with lots of wear

 

“Others did say, that it just gets in the way

So my prosthetic leg we won't need at all”

unhitching the catches, she undid the latches

and leaned it against the wall

 

Hopping to the bed, she reminded him of what she'd said

“to the right advances I'm blind”

out came her right eye of glass, “if you want to make a pass

please do it from the left, if you don't mind”

 

My friend said “Don't you know, that's how relationships go

First comes passion and desires

We're drawn in by unrealistic expectations, until revelations

strip truth naked and it goes to pieces as hope expires”