Meeni slept in bed with a big brown cockroach
“It’s an adulatory, ", I went to broach
She growled like panther
"I love Mr. Gunther”
"Dad,go and bum around Miss Apricot Poach”
ADULTEROUS TRYST
Mountain fog
Descends on betrayal
Steals the kiss
The Adulterous Sea
I drove to the top of a mountain along lanes that began in the mist of time.
Looking north I could see the plateau of Alentejo, westward the Atlantic sea;
it was her, the trollop; I wanted to see from a safe distance. Glittering azure
tender and inviting, the tart. My bond to her, is that of a kind magistrate who
in his youth, visited a whore who served him sinful pleasures that gave him
a longing for the unobtainable. There were times, on deck, in tropical nights,
when she called my name and I could have drowned in her balmy embrace,
but she laughed turned away from me and loved someone else. I thought
she was forgotten, till she reappeared and smiled in the sea green eyes of
a woman I loved. She too walked away; loved someone else. I hear her song,
the ***** of my life, the whispering and undulating waves. And I say: “Just
one wicked embrace more, my lovely, and I will not dream of you anymore.”
The Adulterous Sea
I drove to the top of a mountain along lanes that began in the mist of time.
Looking north I could see the plateau of Alentejo, westward the Atlantic sea;
it was her, the trollop; I wanted to see from a safe distance. Glittering azure
tender and inviting, the tart. My bond to her, is that of a kind magistrate who
in his youth, visited a whore who served him sinful pleasures that gave him
a longing for the unobtainable. There were times, on deck, in tropical nights,
when she called my name and I could have drowned in her balmy embrace,
but she laughed turned away from me and loved someone else. I thought
she was forgotten, till she reappeared and smiled in the sea green eyes of
a woman I loved. She too walked away; loved someone else. I hear her song,
the ***** of my life, the whispering and undulating waves. And I say: “Just
one wicked embrace more, my lovely, and I will not dream of you anymore.”
She knows how to stroke an ego
with heroin like indulgence.
Played with such precision,
the sucker swells with anticipation.
She parrots, “I love you!”
But she has three others on speed dial.
The truth does not know her lips.
Her mouth rotates to fit the situation.
She has many friends loved like brothers.
You will wonder where she is at night,
and lose sleep over the lineage of your offspring.
Are you raising another man’s child?
She is the puppeteer and you her toy.
If she’s caught, easy apologies hail downwards.
Don’t pray that she will change!
Players love the brutal game.
She never has enough from you.
Her cravings demand more,
as she looks to trade up,
while igniting the fresh flames.
She burned you, the blind love.
Take the kids, the gold, even my dignity.
Just leave me with my freedom,
and whatever sanity remains!
There once was a gal who cared nothing for three kids in a family,
Committed a crime against three kids with lust and adultery!
She looked inside,
Saw the beast inside,
And was bound for fire through prophecy!
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