translated by the author
from Vũ khí bí mật của niềm khát khao (damau.org 11)
She steps into the forbidden gate of the dinner date, dragging along much anxiety; do her wavy curls radiate enough sexiness to seduce his immense hands into that silky bed of strands; is her vintage amethyst open back sweater soft enough to soothe his tenderness of missing; are her chestnut brown eyes luminous enough to hypnotize his belief that a meteorite of love lightning has just fallen upon him; are her cheeks rosy enough to command the uncontrollable forward movement of his chapped yet lusty warm lips; is her minty smile rapturous enough to postpone a sense of hopeless coming from his breath; are her primitive magic tricks stimulating enough to provoke an unexplainable conflict between his passion and indifference; does the white peony scent of Michael Kors perfume circulating within her trembling body make him think of another woman in the past?
Throughout the night, only three comforting thoughts pass through her restless mind; the old granny panty she is wearing, her unshaven hairy legs, and an absolute sense of respect for his wife.