Prudence Suspects That Happiness Is A Bait

The Man In The Street Is Always A Stranger.

Flatter Me, But Delicately, Please, For I Am Fastidious.

Smooth White Skin Invites Something That Will Leave A Trace, A Kiss Or A Slap.

After I Have Said What Is Required By My Vanity And My Morality, I May Find A Moment For Truth.

The Same Old Thing--even If It's Champagne--is Still The Same Old Thing.