Everything to her husband’s a crisis,
A lost phone, the stock-market prices.
Annoying, no doubt,
But to help him chill out,
A quick fuck or a blow job suffices.
Social intercourse
The poor man, mooning round like a calf!
Quite besotted, it seemed! One must laugh!
Yes… it was a mistake…
But one fuck? For God’s sake…
Though in front of the whole household staff!
Cold fish
When he said “Want a root?” she said “Yeah”,
Though she seemed not to very much care.
She just went through the motions,
Deadpan, no emotions,
At best, sort of vaguely aware.
The glass ceiling
To get on, she’d dress sexy and flirt,
For a laugh, cautious, always alert.
She just had a strong feeling,
Once through the glass ceiling,
The bastards would look up her skirt!
Courting customs
In most parts of the world, folks fuck starkers,
Though inuits keep on their parkas,
Those maori tattoos
Point out which woman’s whose,
And for foreplay, they dance naked hakas.
Narcissa
She admired her naked reflection,
Front, back, side-on, bloody perfection!
Too damn good for him,
She thought, choosing a slim
Silver vibrator from her collection.
On the market
No damn bra, short dress, strap off her shoulder,
Lip gloss, pancake rouge, pout and smoulder!
Mouth spray, condoms, key,
Cigarettes, fake ID.
In the right light, she’ll pass for much older!
She’s a keeper
There’s a pretty young girl what ‘e pampers
Wiv silk things n jewels n champers.
“E says “Gimme head!”
Or like “Get into bed!”
And she don’t muck about, like, she scampers!
Low rent area
She just hitched up her dress, looking bored;
The drab room, grimy sheets he ignored,
She was pretty enough,
Though a bit hard and rough,
But was all the poor man could afford.
The tryst
Thursday lunchtime, their regular tryst.
She was naked already. They kissed…
Fucked… She got up to pee,
Made a nice cup of tea.
Risk, intrigue… and guilt… That’s what he missed.