Natanya
waves goodbye,
Benny's gone
to his home
after their
overnight
stay in that
cheap London
hotel room.
She walks now
to her home.
Her husband
sitting there
in his own
green armchair
by the fire
thumbing through
a seed book.
He looks up
when she comes
in the room:
how was it?
He asks her
the concert?
She takes off
her black coat,
looks at him:
it was good,
she replies,
she sits down
lights up a
cigarette,
looks at him.
How was your
female friend?
He inquires
good hotel?
It was good,
she replies,
and Tessa
was ok,
Natanya
coolly lies.
What was it
you saw there?
A ballet:
Nutcracker,
she tells him,
thinking of
Benny there
in the bed
next to her
having ******
her 5 times
in the night.
Had dinner?
Hubby says.
Yes we did,
she replies,
her mouth crammed
with her lies.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
Natanya
waves goodbye,
Benny's gone
to his home
after their
overnight
stay in that
cheap London
hotel room.
She walks now
to her home.
Her husband
sitting there
in his own
green armchair
by the fire
thumbing through
a seed book.
He looks up
when she comes
in the room:
how was it?
He asks her
the concert?
She takes off
her black coat,
looks at him:
it was good,
she replies,
she sits down
lights up a
cigarette,
looks at him.
How was your
female friend?
He inquires
good hotel?
It was good,
she replies,
and Tessa
was ok,
Natanya
coolly lies.
What was it
you saw there?
A ballet:
Nutcracker,
she tells him,
thinking of
Benny there
in the bed
next to her
having ******
her 5 times
in the night.
Had dinner?
Hubby says.
Yes we did,
she replies,
her mouth crammed
with her lies.
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