MIX NOT BUSINESS W FUN
She had capability
Along with many layers to unwrap
Think Holmes v Moriarity
Egos, Enemies, skills that overlap
Contrasted styles fill arenas for great Pugilists
But Only in these whispered words does this tale exist
antagonist v protagonist
Villain foe and Hero Role inhabitants on constant switch
With the lure of French Perfume of course there was a costume
Gripped her curves cueing excite at night, she donned it very rare, to encourage affair or a trap ensnare ?
for pleasure or persuasion?
her hidden motive a secret each occasion
First time Horse you chase that Dragon
Marooned on Rocks by Sirens Lure
Friends of Bill fall off the Wagon
The line we crossed did doom procure
Not just a promise it was a contract
All bills all profits split
It’s best Sex and Business don’t interact
I kept no diary, turns out she detailed a list
Her lawyers had powerful munitions
Proxy this and Writ-le that
Our business now in bleak condition
How Casey felt in that last at bat
Desperate and one last card to play
Vital patent remained solely in my name
Her and I across the table my leverage on display
She realized it changed the game
She’d own the business I’d get royalties
Bloodthirsty ploy peacefully exited the room
I learned a truth about sex and loyalty
Stepped away and inhaled one last wisp of that perfume.
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Author:
Bobby O (
Offline) - Published: September 22nd, 2023 20:51
- Comment from author about the poem: True story of lesson learned
- Category: Love
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never learn anything by half ..
I sense both a compelling and constraining pleasure, but not maybe in equal measures and with a whole lot of intrigue thrown in .. a jolly good read old chap ... Neville
Thank you friend.
Moral tale - powerful piece of advice........
That's.. (is.. was).. entertainment.
Thanks Dave. Means a lot.
Thanks very much. She was fun for a minute. That photo above the poem is actually her.
Powerful verse here.A tough life lesson.Well done
Appreciate the read, the commentary, and you, kind sir.
Oh wow... the parting image is so poignant. A lovely synecdoche... that last whiff of perfume, that last time being in her company. Oh and thanks for the photo-- it kind of explains a lot!
That is a photo of the actual lady in the piece. One she had gifted me when I was naively unaware.
How could one resist, pleasure or business, both would become tales to tell, from the likes of her-side note, I saw a very bad movie of her the other night and thought that her talent is definitely underutilized because the “movie business” only saw her as a piece of as$
Men are such j@@offs so many times over.
LOL, I bet those men weren’t raised right by their mommas…
Forsure. Ours was a Matriarchal household. My mother was a force of nature.
Excellent work
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no problem.
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