She was a sucker
For a sob story
And he had the best
She had heard in years.
Wife dying, his three
Kids taken off in
To care because he
Couldn’t cope, the *****
Addled him for a
Couple of years or
More, his mother cut
Him off and out and
Gave all her money
And the one Monet
To his big business
Brother and his young
Sister slit her wrists
In the bath and no
One found her until
The flies buzzed against
The bathroom window.
She was, they said, a
Softhearted woman,
She knew that, her ex
Told her she was a
Life raft for the bum’s
Drowning and that one
Day some bum’d take
Her down and drown her
Too. Stay the night, she
Said, and he looked glad
She had said that and
While he was in the
John doing what he
Must, she began to
Undress, taking her
Time, letting the flesh
Be slowly revealed,
Feeling the cool air
Touch her back, wanting
It to be an act
Of love not lust, a
Means to save a soul,
Not wallow in the
****** swamp of
Two bodies hotly
Connecting. She was
In bed naked when
He finally came
Out of the john; him
Looking lean, limp and
White with nothing on.
Only need a hug,
He said, nothing too
Deep or involved or
Emotionally
Exhausting, just your
Warm body and your
Breath on my ear and
Your soft whispered words,
My dear. They all say
That of course, she mused,
Watching him enter
The bed with his limp
***** and messed up
Head. She’d work on him,
Give him the hugs and
Soft words and be a
Good listener to
His sad tales and his
Self-pitying muck,
Waiting for him to
Flower for his soul
Saving, all night ****
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
She was a sucker
For a sob story
And he had the best
She had heard in years.
Wife dying, his three
Kids taken off in
To care because he
Couldn’t cope, the *****
Addled him for a
Couple of years or
More, his mother cut
Him off and out and
Gave all her money
And the one Monet
To his big business
Brother and his young
Sister slit her wrists
In the bath and no
One found her until
The flies buzzed against
The bathroom window.
She was, they said, a
Softhearted woman,
She knew that, her ex
Told her she was a
Life raft for the bum’s
Drowning and that one
Day some bum’d take
Her down and drown her
Too. Stay the night, she
Said, and he looked glad
She had said that and
While he was in the
John doing what he
Must, she began to
Undress, taking her
Time, letting the flesh
Be slowly revealed,
Feeling the cool air
Touch her back, wanting
It to be an act
Of love not lust, a
Means to save a soul,
Not wallow in the
****** swamp of
Two bodies hotly
Connecting. She was
In bed naked when
He finally came
Out of the john; him
Looking lean, limp and
White with nothing on.
Only need a hug,
He said, nothing too
Deep or involved or
Emotionally
Exhausting, just your
Warm body and your
Breath on my ear and
Your soft whispered words,
My dear. They all say
That of course, she mused,
Watching him enter
The bed with his limp
***** and messed up
Head. She’d work on him,
Give him the hugs and
Soft words and be a
Good listener to
His sad tales and his
Self-pitying muck,
Waiting for him to
Flower for his soul
Saving, all night ****
