The Lonely Wife

She was lonely Even though married Companion he was not, Somewhere the passion Had been somehow lost, She needed some tenderness A soft touch and some caring, She wanted something risque Something a little daring, She needed her pulse beating She needed those loving hands feeling She yearned and was appealing, For spontaneity to light her up To come along the way The mundane day to day And being taken for granted, Just was not enough no more And she could not stay silent But utterance may cause hurt or pain She knew not what to do, Suffer and restrain her own needs and desires That may set her being on fire, Or tell him just how she feels In hope that telling him may appeal To his sensitive side so that he may understand, Or fly into a rage of hurt ego and refuses to understand, Should she just do what she desires on the quiet And hope he never knows, She was so unhappy with this loveless life And was caught upon a crux, Unsure what it is that she should do, She sat and pondered this predicament, Lonely and confused.