"Wager"

Fourteen years younger,
recently married
and home from her honeymoon

I couldn't resist watching,
as she shopped at the market,
wanting more of her juicy poon

Sliding up behind and
pressing against her back,
I whispered her name
while cupping her bum

She stepped away sharply,
turned to take a look,
then seeing me, spoke,
'I've been craving your tongue'

'I thought you forgot, let me off the hook,
You never collected after our last bet'

The wager now two years old, if she wasn't engaged
by a specific date she'd continue to be my pet

She had moved away
but then returned
We both were busy,
failed to reconnect

But there we were
in the market
asking, searching
for an excuse to collect

Having the pleasure
of a younger woman
is addictive at the least

Knowing her want, although married,
simply magnifies my need to feast

Is this immoral, unjust or somehow wrong

Depends upon your perspective, I say

'Who eats pussy best, sings the sweetest song'