KIND OF SWAY

TWO MEN AND A WOMAN AND A CONFLICT OF INTERESTS

Johnny sat and smoked.

Jeannie's hubby
was caressing her
by the fireplace,
kissing her neck,
arms around her waist.

Jeannie looked at Johnny;
he looked at them both.

Once you get
the woman you want,
Johnny, you've got
to hang on to her,
you let no one
take her from you,
Buddy(Jeannie's hubby) said,
lifting his mouth
from her neck,
you know what I mean?

Sure,
Johnny said,
keep what is yours,
what you love,
holding his cigarette
away from him,
taking in Jeannie's b***s,
eased close to the edge
of her bra
by the hugging process.

Love or not,
Buddy said,
what is mine is mine.

He looked at Johnny,
knew Johnny knew about
the other dame
he was screwing,
but he had Johnny where
he wanted him,
had him in employ,
besides Johnny was a man
of the world,
he knew how guys were,
what it was
that made them tick.

Johnny recalled the time
he had his arms around
Jeannie's waist,
his lips on her neck.

He inhaled on the cigarette,
took in her legs
showing beneath
the black silky dress,
how he had seen them all
the way up,
each aspect of them
back and front.

Buddy kissed the neck again.

Jeannie raised her eyebrows
at Johnny, as if to say:
See what I have to put up with?
See what a dick I have
as a husband?  

Johnny winked an eye,
exhaled smoke,
held the cigarette away
from his mouth
and blew an invisible kiss
which settled unseen
in the place where
her heart lay.

Buddy released Jeannie
from his arms and said,
Right Honey,
go get us drinks,
Johnny and I have business
to discuss,
not a dame's kind of talk,
get our drinks,
then go take a walk.

She nodded and walked away.

Johnny watched her walk,
with that sexy,
come get me sometime,
kind of sway.