So, they met to catch up, reconnect…
“You got married, I’m thinking… correct?
“No,” she said. “Don’t know why…
Never met the right guy…
Still a virgin, the last time I checked!”
Tag: marriage
The bartered bride
She’s not sure now just how it started…
Her sexual services bartered…
Her husband would pay…
Cash or some other way,
Call her whore… of course only light hearted.
Goods and chattels
There’s this thing that I frankly detest…
How my husband… the way he’s obsessed
With my tits, she exclaimed…
I’m, like, kind of ashamed…
And like… “Grope all you want. Be my guest!”
Bliss
Fuck, she thought, might as well just be meat…
A kind word… maybe thanks would be sweet…
Yep, good old wedded bliss…
Fun at first, but now this…
Cook, clean, fuck, make beds, fuck… and repeat!
Trad-wife
“Wife and mother”, she said… “that’s life’s pinnacle…
“Wow! Lucky me!” she said, cynical…
Loved, in his way
Fucking never for play,
Just her duty, his right, cold and clinical.
Housekeeper
He’s convinced she’s the ideal spouse
A great fuck, and as meek as a mouse…
He’d sleep less well, poor man,
If he knew of her plan
To divorce him and keep the damn house!
Dingle
A young gad-about-town down in Dingle
Would dress up, nights, go out and mingle…
A grand social whirl…
Have his way with some girl…
Marry? God , no! He’d stay bloody single!
Redeeming virtues
Though her husband drinks, gambles, fucks whores,
She still loves him, in spite of of his flaws…
He’s a nice guy… he’s rich…
A big house, a yacht, which
Isn’t why… it’s just like… just because.
The itch
It ain’t fun anymore… fucking boring!
Her husband’s passed out. Drunk and snoring…
She’s horny as hell,
And she thinks “What the hell…
Call her girlfriend, go drinking and whoring!”
Quantum of solace
She’d been faithful, to give her her due,
Though her man played around, which she knew.
She’d had plenty of men
In her youth, way back then…
On reflection, however, too few.