PICTURE ON THE WALL

Yours is the fair picture on the cell wall,
The smile of the girl who has seen my all.
You’ll find no pin-ups from The Sun’s page three
If my cell were open for you to see.
When I think of times we’ve had together
A tingle comes over my regions nether.
It’s as if your spirit is filling my groin –
But your body is not here for me to join.
It would take away much of the agony
If I could be sure you’re faithful to me.
“Girls get itchy knickers”, they say Inside;
I’m afraid you’ll end up another man’s bride.
When the judge sent me down to this HMP*
I didn’t hear you say you would wait for me.
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*HMP – Her Majesty’s Prison.