It's all in The
Formula, boy, and
I have perfected
the formula.
It has worked on
women from
seventeen to seventy.
It even works
when you are older
with grey hair,
a (small) gut
and no money.
Start with the smile,
(still boyish),
self-deprecating
and selfless.
The look of a victim
that says I've
been hurt many times,
but for you
I'll risk it again.
Listen engrossed to
their every mortal word
with the intensity
of a fortune teller
and gaze deeply
into their private eyes
to see what is
really there.
Make them feel they are
the sun you circle around.
But mostly it's about
the poetry.
You write
them a poem and
they melt like sugar
in a microwave.
'You wrote that for me?'
(Soulfully)
'Every woman is a poem
waiting to be written.
All I did was write you down.'
Offer them your
heart as a hostage.
Bingo!
Make love slowly,
their pleasure predominant,
and gently open them like
petals on a fresh flower.
Then, in bed, read them
a few lines from Neruda
or Lorca.
All cakes need icing.
Say a few wistful things
about war and
'back in the day.'
Few women can resist
a wounded warrior or
the Magick of nostalgia.
But what you must
absolutely remember,
boy, is that this is
not some scam.
Even if it's only
for a moment or a week,
you have to really
mean it all.
That is the
secret ingredient.
Make them feel special;
own their hearts.
It took a lifetime
to discover this recipe.
Use it well and
often and
you will decrease
the loneliness in
the world, if only
for a while.
That is true Magick.
And no one ever
hates you for
making them happy.
Women come and go,
but The Formula
is eternal.
Good luck, kid.
You won't need it.
~mce