Having resolved that my beloved is my last woman, I see women in a fresh light. They are as good as powerless. Now I see through them like the proverbial X-ray.

Addendum I (September 29, 2015)

I have nothing to either add to or subtract from this haiku, but I still feel like adding a few words of appreciation of both its punch and panache. Indeed, it hits the proverbial nail on the head with quite some flair. Almost exactly three years later, I still feel the same about all women except my beloved, and it is pretty likely that my feelings will change never again. Now I see through them for true. I find their sweet words, kisses, and tantalizing glances ridiculous at best. Even more, I often feel sorry for them, as well as for all the men who fall for their threadbare tricks. Looking back, the only regret is that my resolution has not been made many years earlier.

Addendum II (October 30, 2016)

The only thing that is missing from both this merry haiku and the first addendum is a heartfelt dedication to Pietro Aretino. All the sweet words, kisses, and tantalizing glances come straight from The School of Whoredom, one of his masterpieces. Indeed, the proverbial X-ray owes much to his penetrating vision. Coming all the way from the Sixteenth Century Venice, it is still alive at this day and age. The Age of Whoredom, as it were.