She had whor'd in the night as a boorish pig
Feelings unchanged the whorish pig
A distant lover still in hand
But the colours now are much too bland

Their two hearts resonate in emotional key
When will she come back? When will she be free?
Late at night she arrives back home
Only to wake, in morn to freely roam

The repulsive act of selfishness
Leaves every kiss a bitter kiss
And as her soul dries up; shrivels away
He may revive her; return someday

When they feel each other, the comfort does show
The bond fights; repels the martyred foe
Emotional key enriches their mind
Connectivity demonstrates the soulful kind

She had came back at night with the love still burning
He was waiting in the kitchen, his stomach churning
As she walked up to hug him, he asked where she'd been
She said, "Nowhere, love. I have been right here."