NOT WITH HIM

 

She pretends

he's not there,

 

but he is,

over her,

 

making love

the third time

 

for that night,

she just there

 

legs apart,

empty heart,

 

he keen to,

making sounds

 

like a pig

in a trough,

 

his backside

rising up

 

and then down,

captured in

 

the moonlight,

she seeing

 

over his

broad shoulders.

 

Not his fault,

her husband,

 

dumb Brian,

she wishes

 

it was her

lover there,

 

dear Una,

from Dublin,

 

fingering

softly her

 

vagina,

planting those

 

hot kisses

on places

 

Brian misses,

as she moves

 

over her,

sucking her

 

not licking

as Brian

 

clumsy does.

O to be

 

with Una

in her bed

 

warm and close,

not with him,

 

dumb Brian

having sex,

 

getting there

once again

 

that sticky

semen dose.

 

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