The Same

‪It’s always the same…‬

Him, stretched out on the couch, watching sport, touching himself.‬

“hello, beautiful,” as I walk in.

“tea?” I normally ask.

“come sit here, by me,” he would invite.

99% of the time, I accept, the invitation.

Then it starts.
touching
teasing
groping
kissing

kneeding
wanting
needing

untill
wet exploding

He gets up
gets dressed
and leaves

I’ve stopped asking, as the answer, irrespective, of the time of day, is ‪always the same: “I’ve got work to do”

I’m left
staring at the ceiling
with only
ripped clothes
bruised lips
bite and scratch marks
to show

‪Staring, at the starting day, through the dark window, she tastes, the ham is off, but eats, it anyway. She really, can’t be bothered, to find something else, to eat, on the morning, of this Friday, signalling the end.‬

Madness

frantic
the rain
falls
on the plain

madly
he strokes
my silky strings

making
my body
sings

arching
in a pelvic sway

melting
wet
the tune
we play

Pictureby #adrianborda #deviantart