The Art of Flirting

Though I may be sixteen years married,
and never think of leaving my wife,
I must admit that shameless flirting
has brought a little life into my life.
I'm never crude or vulgar,
I do it all with class
I just like to make my friend's wife blush
when I comment on her ass.
It's a casual kind of flirting.
Not a lecherous, pawing one.
I'm not looking to be a swinger.
I'm just looking for some fun.
At a party there's cleavage showing
from the lady of the house.
I know her eyes will be smiling
while my eyes are down her blouse.
A double entendre is harmless
an up-skirt is nice from a friend
it's all to massage delicate egos.
We all sleep with our spouse in the end.
A girlfriend of ours will call me
when she knows that my wife's at the store.
It gives her a chance to do some flirting
In her fantasy she's my filthy little whore.
Now my wife is a repeated offender
at flirting she's a real superstar
but she's also the one who will inform me
that Ann's nip has slipped out of her bra.
Sometimes the trials of life are demanding
the bonds of marriage will tighten and bind
it must come with a little understanding
I'm only fucking your wife in my mind.
Now this poem comes with a bit of a warning
if you scratch that adulterous itch
remember your wife was just as alluring
before she became that insufferable bitch.