Woman from my fantasies
figment of my mind.
Painted face, and tinted hair
crimson lips defined.
Something scanty, silk and lace
flimsy, sheer and bold.
Watching neighbors shout disgrace
biddies growing old.
Take my arm and strut your charm,
lips curled in a pout.
Tongues can wag and fingers point,
my dirty secrets out.
All the hubbies hide their smile
frowning, shaking heads.
Green with envy, all the while
going to lonely beds.
Plunging neckline, mini dress
stockings, spiked high heels
Swinging hips, inviting lips
touch of thigh revealed.
Romantic dinner, candlelight
pretend that she’s my niece.
Slow dancing in a private place
rumors never cease.
Shop for perfume, sexy clothes
revealing lingerie.
My mistress and eternal youth
always gets her way.
Her beauty makes me young again
affection so devout.
Frankly I don’t give a damn
my dirty secrets out.