A poem describing a woman's ruthlessness

A group of poems about women, women who smoke, I eagerly watched you smoking in bed all night, imagining that my gaze embarrassed you or echoed my enthusiasm. After smoking two cigarettes, I tied my neck with the last smoke ring. You stubbed out your cigarette and turned around and lit me. In a poem, I wrote that I have something to say, but I'd better not say it. This is my mother's pet phrase. I told my friend about it yesterday. He has been worried about flowers falling for a year after his marriage, complaining that his woman always likes to put her bare feet on the dining table after dinner. He said she couldn't stand the slutty appearance of women. It was a tired middle-aged man who went out for an appointment. The female cleaner went to the appointment crazily and went home before the man went to work. This is the happiest time of the day. The gap is very narrow, and the fat body is squeezed out of the ugly sexy ring. I have bad habits. I have bad habits. I smoke a lot, drink a lot, get drunk, eat and sleep and snore. I like to peek at female bus drivers. She looks sexy when driving. Of course, I also have advantages, such as no smoking, no spitting, no drinking, no boxing, no eating, no sleeping, no dreaming, no peeping through glasses-I like the hazy woman Reunion of Old Lovers. I am surprised that the years have not left many marks on your face, and the bird is still charming and lovely. What surprises me even more is that you are very calm and say that your life is very happy and old. Men earn money abroad, and many sons around them are very smart and sensible ... In fact, I heard that all these happiness you mentioned was five years ago. The banquet hasn't changed, but there's nothing to change except the smell of wine. But now it is time for Xu Niang, a divorced woman in her 40 s, to enter middle age; Charm especially exists in this group of dissolute men looking for lovers. She said that a person is lonely and needs a man's care. I can understand that when Jiumo's eyes were on me, I thought of my neighbor's brother's whisper "typical sexual loneliness", so I was very nervous and wanted to leave as soon as possible. I'm afraid she will infect me with this problem. Appreciate women, I like to appreciate women from the bottom up. This doesn't mean that I am obscene, let alone that I have any bad habits. I just don't want to condescend to hurt women. The girl sitting in front of the car door points her hot body at the car door, so that everyone who goes in will pass your arrogant eyes. The shabby carriage is not exciting. Sleeping in the tired air, I thought of the desolation after trampling. This obscene remark made me timid, so I quickly left your sight and landed myself in a corner that I couldn't reach. The bride waiting for the bus with me is a dazzling red image. A flag inserted in front of the grave directs the wind direction. You smile at me and blush. This moment reminds me of the bride's first night.