Line

peto

She can't hide 

From the snide 

Who reside 

By her side 

So puts on a brave face every day

He lost pride 

In the bride 

Who's beginning 

To slide 

Ever closer to further away 

Drunken sip

Unhooked clip 

Teasing strip 

Bitten lip

No one mentioned how good she could feel 

Adult fun 

Scorching sun

Is now cooking 

A bun

All her fantasies feel very real 

He moved on 

Crack of dawn 

Offski gone 

Tried to pawn 

Her possessions to fund his escape 

Head held high 

Muffled sigh

She will try

Not to cry 

There's a couple of lives to reshape 

Over nice 

Melting ice

Is the price 

Once or twice 

To be paid for the heat of a thrill 

Gentle shock 

That a talk 

Could unlock 

The roadblock 

He had bypassed with minimal skill 

Still afraid 

Her bed made 

In the shade 

To persuade 

Everyone that she's doing so well 

Inner glow

She won't grow 

Still the star 

Of the show 

And the reason we all stand in line 

 

  • Author: peto (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 23rd, 2023 14:55
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Christina8

    Despite the negatives, this woman sounds strong to me! She's gone through a lot but has come out the other side. "still the star of the show, And the reason we all stand in line" such a wonderful homage to this woman! She sounds wonderful. Awesome poem, Stevie!! x

    • peto

      Thank you very much Christina
      Always rely on you for a read
      Hope you realise how much I appreciate it
      Much obliged
      Extremely grateful x

      • Christina8

        I always love reading your feedback too, just so you know! x

      • Introverted Sage

        The duality and darkness this shows is intense! There's always another side to the spectrum.
        Thanks for sharing!

        • peto

          Thank you very much for read comment and support
          Extremely grateful



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