I can think of nothing less pleasurable than a life devoted to pleasure.

he likes a woman that is in control and decisive; 7pm sharp; over dinner; chit chatting randomly about some work and stuff; deciding in between burger and beer; both of them considered a few options; trying too hard to please each other; finally reached agreement and arrived at a place with both burger and beer; no argument there; they know clearly what they're trying to do for each other without saying it out; "i like the way u dress tonight, it's very sexy", he whispered to her; as she's looking away he doesnt notice that the brief devilish smirk on her face.

"do you want to make love?"

he stares at her and smile;

she knows what he is thinking;

coz she wouldnt have stepped out of her car if she doesnt;

"does that taste like a yes?"

he kissed her and he nodded;

"you are not getting any younger, remember that";

after which when she is ready and getting up to dress;

laying lazily by her - "stay with me tonight";

"you have a long day and early start tomorrow, c'mon now";

she knows he is just trying to be polite without rushing her away;

she understands nonetheless deliberately leaving something behind;

what a night, what a night.

i pass you the cigarette after i light it up;

conversation in between beers and cigarettes;

it's just a lateral move;

i see but you always the one who seems to be in control;

i know what i want;

i may not know how to get it;

but everything is so clearly map out in my mind and that's that;

is it a bad thing?

no, in fact, i like that about you.