So my wife asked me what debauchery was; I think she already knew. There's fornication and adultery, inside outside marriage.
Kind of like the same thing, both physical.
I told her about the sweet nothings whispered in people's ears.
Lies told to get sex. Listen to any modern rhythm and blues song.
I'll do this to you; I'll do that to you.
In the age of consent, there's debauchery; without consent, there's rape. Then the History channel visits Dante's inferno: Liars hanging by their tongues in hell.
Fornicators hanging by their private parts. Don't want no part of it.
And I thought, I've said some Shitty things to women; especially before my heart attack. Now I think twice. Not many sexual promises: Face down, Ass up. That has a lot to do with stamina, and I need mine for work. So no, not many empty promises there.
But that's it; the verbal ugly.
Even the most prude woman from the outside, gives cunning shrewd looks, when she thinks she's going to be satisfied..and no one's looking.