Blunt

Blunt

My lover fancies girls who smoke

With ruby lips, who like to toke

On fat cigars to please the men

Who have such an imprudent yen

To see a lady tend a stoke

And while she’s leisurely baroque

The man is rigid as an oak

As she smiles coyly up at him

My lover

He never knew that I awoke

To see that whore and my sick joke

From a dark corner of the den

I saw the deed; I saw the sin

My lover

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on August 30, 2015, in poetry, rondeau and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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