What's a Woman To Do
She could smell the scent of the other woman on him. A sickening musty, sweet smell.
She wanted to lunge at him and snatch out his cheating heart.
She wanted to scratch out his light brown roaming eyes.
She wanted to castrate him and put his member in a box and let it rot.
She wanted to chop off his hands that fumble over that hussy's
body.
She wanted to saw off both of his feet that carried him to the place where they meet.
She wanted to put a hot iron to his luscious thick black lips.
Instead, she excepted his offensive lies.
She urges him to lie next to her.
She kissed his light brown eyes that looked at her longingly for
forgiveness.
She kissed his warm luscious thick lips.
She anxiously welcomed his caresses.
She could feel his throbbing manhood nudge at her feverish body.
She was in flight.
Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2016
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