Desperate
She leaves the tap running
in the kitchen;
she leaves her nine month
old baby with the nanny
a whole weekend;
she can't remember her last
date or steamy moments
with her husband....
He married her and forgot
she doesn't need only
roses and Cincinnati wine,
but also pleasure for her body.
Sometimes she leaves her house
half attended,
to fulfil another half of her life
with a man who saw desire
flickering in her eyes...
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