Unfaithful

Cometh hither I plead    
As I expound on thy beauty  
Thy quim a wondrous fruit    
Thine ass an apple of orchards blossom    
Thy lips, plump, supple,    
Exquisitely divine   
Lift up thy petticoat    
As I vouchsafe upon thy will    
My will    
Betwixt us    
Sins elixir    
Lust    
As we did lie in the throes of passion    
I breathe thy scent of paradisiac remorse    
I remember    
‘Hell hath no fury    
Like a woman scorned’    
Thus evening falls    
And I return to the melancholy    
Of my Existence    
   
   
   
Despair