Wool
He thought she loved him as the dense clouds of wool filled his mind,
but she was there for only one thing, to fleece him of his money.
A dyed in the wool sex addict, an easy mark, she knew his kind,
but he knew her too, every penny was worth her soft fleecy skin, sweet as honey.
She gave herself to him as he let the wool cover his eyes, part of the game, he wasn't blind.
01/16/16
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2016
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