Polly knows
some thing’s wrong
George is not
his old self
since he came
home on leave
from the Front
she begins
to undress
before bed
in the cold
attic room
with Susie
who lays there
in the bed
shivering
hurry up
get in bed
Susie says
it's freezing
Polly thinks
of George in
his own bed
all alone
normally
she'd have slept
in his bed
making love
when he came
home on leave
she the maid
he the son
of the lord
her master
with George's
head between
her young thighs
his moustache
tickling
her to joy
mounting her
like a horse
riding off
to love fields
come on Pol
Susie says
getting cold
Polly sighs
stands naked
then dresses
in the thick
grey nightgown
climbs into
the old bed
with Susie
not with George's
excepting
making love
hot with him
in her head.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
Polly knows
some thing’s wrong
George is not
his old self
since he came
home on leave
from the Front
she begins
to undress
before bed
in the cold
attic room
with Susie
who lays there
in the bed
shivering
hurry up
get in bed
Susie says
it's freezing
Polly thinks
of George in
his own bed
all alone
normally
she'd have slept
in his bed
making love
when he came
home on leave
she the maid
he the son
of the lord
her master
with George's
head between
her young thighs
his moustache
tickling
her to joy
mounting her
like a horse
riding off
to love fields
come on Pol
Susie says
getting cold
Polly sighs
stands naked
then dresses
in the thick
grey nightgown
climbs into
the old bed
with Susie
not with George's
excepting
making love
hot with him
in her head.
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