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Cheap Sexual Me


She only came to me when she wanted wine
Meeting at a bar could do that, tainting each meeting
I always had a bottle of her favorite wine ready
She was rich, married and miserable 
But beautiful.

She had a key to my apartment 
Never knocked just walks in with pain
Holding a cigarette to her mouth
Calling my darling, followed by Hi
She smelt of roses, and gun powder
What a woman.

Sip and sip and we talk and talked
Pain caress her tongue linked to hate
Hate towards him, the husband
After she stained the wine glass
With red lips, she would break them

Throwing them across the room
Loving the noise of glass breaking
We made love when they broke
Then she always leaves with little words
But leaving 200 dollars on the table.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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