Mrs Ford lay on the bed asleep;
Benny had got out of bed in early
dawn light for a **** and smoke.
The street below isn't busy yet;
a few odd early birds off to work
or to catch a train to get there.
Young woman walking at a pace
wonder what her night was like,
whom she slept with
and what they did.
He looked back at the woman
sleeping in the bed, white pillow
embracing her head. Wonder what
her husband would have thought
if he could have seen her last night.
Plenty of life in her old limbs just now.
He never saw her anyhow. Perhaps
he knows he cuckholded and doesn't
care or past caring or doesn't know at all.
She sleeps now all passion spent,
her body tired, unlike me whose body's
full and ready to go like a hot rod wired.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 3:04 AM UTC
Mrs Ford lay on the bed asleep;
Benny had got out of bed in early
dawn light for a **** and smoke.
The street below isn't busy yet;
a few odd early birds off to work
or to catch a train to get there.
Young woman walking at a pace
wonder what her night was like,
whom she slept with
and what they did.
He looked back at the woman
sleeping in the bed, white pillow
embracing her head. Wonder what
her husband would have thought
if he could have seen her last night.
Plenty of life in her old limbs just now.
He never saw her anyhow. Perhaps
he knows he cuckholded and doesn't
care or past caring or doesn't know at all.
She sleeps now all passion spent,
her body tired, unlike me whose body's
full and ready to go like a hot rod wired.
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