The pyjama party was in full swing
You came through the door a beauteous thing.
I looked and saw the sweetly curving lines,
Breasts, hips, legs all through "baby doll" ashine.
My body tingled with hot desire
No mental fight could put out the fire.
You looked at others never once at me,
Second-best was to be night's base decree.
Next day at work I looked and saw you clothed.
Memory played those hurtful games I loathed;
There you were naked free and beckoning,
Head pictures demanding a dire fling.
Love and lust lost, as reality struck;
desirous actions, thoughts, those of a schmuck.
Grow up boy and cease this unholy strife,
Crawl back home to your loving, caring wife.
Author notes
Decades ago and the firm put on a party - employees only, no partners or wives allowed!
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We've both written on this theme lately. Great minds think alike but Piccola's right... we are wired in a way that runs counter-intuitive to the best social mores which a society can produce. Monogamy is critical to civilization, yet unrestrained fornication is the locus to which we all gravitate as proper social mores lose their appeal. The fatter we get, the more candy we want!
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Sounds like an interesting sort of party. Though I could see it leading to trouble not unlike the sky falling in. Great rhyme and flow here mate. Great job
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What a stupid party. Reminds me of an African tribe I learned about on National Geographic. They ready themselves for weeks to attend a yearly festival. Men only. The wives spend weeks beading beautiful costumes for them ... make head dresses, etc. The men leave the wives at home, go to the festival and dance for hours trying to attract a woman. Once that is done, they spend the rest of the night out in the bush with the woman. Then they go home. The wives beg to be taken along but if the man says no, that's it. Sounds somewhat like the office party. ARGH!
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Eye candy is either a woman who is a natural beauty and is use to it or a woman who is so high maintinance you would not want her anyway. So cheer up my friend. Your wife is much sweeter. It is fun to see inside a man's mind once in a while you guys are so wired up funny. Look at John grinning down there.
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Ah yes my friend. But lovely eye candy!
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