Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Love in the Afternoon."
...WHEN OUR DICKS (Penis) fail - non-erect/nor gettin' a stiff-one - fail to rise to the occasion for your "charms", Vulva, a COUGAR, long past her youthful Sell-Date; when the thrift of - limited - imagination what tricks do YOU resort to: Working the streets on New York City's 7th Avenue. (Maybe 9th.?)
...When U R ELEVATED, high heel shoes, hair dye - gone Blonde? - fashionista! - rock U gently! And your Ovaries, like crumbling CEMENT refuse to give plenty; but then, U R UP against OLD GREY MEN whose personal hygiene passes for a Devil in an Armani (suit) with an open checkbook but rarely for YOU: It's no wonder U get to SWOON over memories of love in the afternoon.
Nothing ain't nothing 'cept something to lose. And a youthful tomorrow's chattel brand on your bloom. Yet a gift/bouquet (anonymous!) of flowers will pick up your groove like a memory of Love in the afternoon...A time when LOVE...perhaps it came too soon?
KEEP-ON your Cosmetics, keep on your Fire! Keep on your longing & all U desire: Throughout the night, hold yourself tight! Love's magic will still come, vivacious in Blue!
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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