the wife beater song

the wife beater sings with all his heart his mournful song of love the tremolo of his voice brings shivers up the spine his mistress is damn beautiful shining like the moon with rosy cheeks and cheeky smiles she waits for his lover every Friday when her man goes fishing at sunset he goes home whistling along the way his grumpy wife waits him on the porch bench hiding her tears in her apron crossing her milk leg feet he strikes her she curses him whispering between her teeth ………………………………………………………. the wife beater’s mistress raises her cheeky grandchildren her ex-lover sings every Sunday glory to the lord in the chapel his throat aches his chest fills with pain he crawls home like a sick worm sits down on the porch bench looking astray near his wife and she curses God between her teeth for taking him slowly away

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cristina-monica-moldoveanu

52 / F / Romanian

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