Deep Scratches
There’s always a boyfriend,
Soft and pillowy,
Lips beyond compare.
A fistful grab,
For grip,
Of perfect hair.
Blessed,
With silk for skin,
Tempting and fair.
Beneath me,
Lovingly,
With a wanting stare.
Poised for me,
On the bed,
Of a cheap hotel lair.
Behind bricks and sheets,
Away from the envious,
Those who don’t dare.
My soul disrobes,
My feelings sting,
Grazed by the night air.
I am to dom,
Yet I am exposed,
My desires lay bare.
But sweet nectar kisses,
Upon my neck,
Rob me of care.
We are strangers,
But still the same;
One soul in a pair.
I wonder,
Do they perform like me,
Masking a nightmare?
But then we’re done,
We cover up quickly,
Returning to what we wear.
It’s over,
And we go home,
Baptised in the morning glare.
There’s always a boyfriend,
There’s also a wife,
I do this to never leave my darling Claire.
