Ingenuous Measures

You’d call it lubricious rakishness - in every sensation,  

if you were that rash, but he knew that more syllables  

meant less impact, promiscuous indecency, #1 no-no 

with this lady of infinitely ingenuous measures - liking 

risqué play on pleasure simply as a canapé - never a 

lewd epicurean titbit of intemperance, & it wasn’t she 

didn’t know the sybaritic difference in that - but in her 

own refreshingly louche way - arousingly restrained 

If he was a puritan in a licentious age he’d be wooed 

and won when she played cards he’d seen as a sum 

of indulgently stacked and shuffled virtuous habits; a 

restrained smorgasbord of decency too sweet to not 

taste, gracefully pleasured feastings of senses in no 

way indentured to the ways of libidinous decadence 

© 24 February 2015, I. D. Carswell