If you ain’t an actual witch
Or married to a nice rich man,
Then you just another skank,
One who deserves to be spit upon,
Whipped and spanked sweet,
And thanked again and again
For her services as a friend
With benefits- Oh, these cliché
Are never ending nuances
That lighten my ritual night,
Sleepless on a butt cushion,
To bring her up from dawn,
Tickle and lick her tiny toes,
Lubricating the lush elastic
Orgasmic fabric and putting
Her favorite fawn socks on.
Thank you for mentioning me,
Thank you for mentioning me, in the note. I applaud the poem, and her favorite fawn socks made me smile.
Starward