Caricamento in corso...

the desire for the plain and sinful

to your cupboard and above this tables bend
where raw shapes made a satanic blend
two strangers conjoined in a labours friend
the iron and silk of monotony pretends
 
you hitch your dress for a parade of the faceless
and cuckold a husband who’s failure is tasteless
he slips into perforation without facts only aimless
plain and sinful your grim salacious desire is feckless
 
you drone and bark a convoy of all jibes and letters
dangling your lovers in front of his eyes inducing stutters
you seem to be purchasing more dairy especially butter
a last tango before he drives home with a wince and a splutter
 
I wish he would open his eyes and look upon you as all else see
as a twisted witch who’s spells have emasculated what he used to be
he looks on you with the same affection he did when you wed from nee
he’s a tearful shell of a man to scared to be alone, be kind and set him free

Altre opere di Lowercasemmmmmm...



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