Decadence
DECADENCE
I pinch myself to feel the real
it seems so darn dang surreal
this decadent Dallas life I live
questioning locals who
miss the thrill
Oysters and wine
culinary fine
no crime
all smooth
this perfect
Bible belt of
Gospel truth
day and night time
rendezvous
Chase, Chuck & Buck
Budweiser cowboys
watching you
real men with rugged
pheromones
who know how
to treat a lady
in husky
baritones
well endowed
they know how to
impress with Southern
finesse
and perfect
lips that
may seductively
digress
this decadent Dallas
life
I love
absent of
stabbing
knifes
respecting
rights
© Kim van Breda—4 October 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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