.
my best mate was having
woman trouble
'she's dead sexy' he said
'but she's a bit of a mixture
and a mystery'
'Oh?'
I let him continue, and went on drinking
'Yeah..' he was thinking
out loud
if thinking's what you'd call it
'...yeah, she's like ...
beef Wellington'
'Oh, and is she, like, too much pastry
or too much beef?'
'No' he replied, resigned.
'more like someone dumped so much
custard
on top
that you'd need
a snorkel and flippers
just to go looking for her'
'Oh yeah.' I sympathized
'I've got one just like that.'
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Enigmatic Femme Fatale?
Bit of a twist this one Windhover (if I´m getting it right). Usually the male of the species is depicted as the emotionally mute half of the equation but not in this instance and your depiction is assuredly closer to the truth in many cases.
At first upon seeing the title I thought you might be fingering something to do with cunnilingus but you obviously delve deeper than that or...?
Rereading there appear to be both physical and mental aspects or is it all in the jaded eyeball of this misbegotten beholder?
Anyway the sense of bittersweet irony is well prevalent here. It would fit in a collection along the lines of "Conversations in the Pub" or such.
Cheers
gG
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