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SUPPER’S READY
A Collection of 5 Poems:-
Supper’s Ready
Mommy’s Rules
My Bad Luck
The Contract
And Finally
by Velvetglove
SUPPER’S READY
In a place I’ve never seen.
Me
The other side of
the screen.
You in some strange part of
the world
Or perhaps down the road ?
Even … maybe … next door ?
Can we truly know for sure ?
You sat at your screen.
Me hunched over
mine.
Making love unseen
Our minds entwined.
My wife downstairs
Cooking my meal.
You’re not my affair
But how would she feel ?
You take me away
To faraway places
We all live our lives
On the other side
of our faces.
But what of your husband ?
Or is she really your wife ?
Can I truly be sure ?
Would I gamble my life ?
You turn me on
With words and your wits
I’ve seen them for sure.
Unlike your face
or tits.
My pants round my ankles
It’s your voice I hear.
‘Your supper’s ready’.
Yes, I’m coming dear !
MOMMY’S RULES
I always remember what my mommy said
If you really have to, then give some head
But never once swallow, always spit
Don’t even try just a bit of it.
If you want to know about the sack
Let me put it simply; ‘Stay on your back
Put out the lights, act nice and meek
Saturday nights, once a week’.
That way he’ll respect you the next day
You’ll be his ‘lady’, not his ‘bitch’ or ‘lay’.
Playing with sex toys is just for fools
Above all, my dearest – the three golden rules:
Never date a man who likes it rough.
And no ifs, no butts, no anal stuff.
If he likes pornography, that’s the worst
Get rid of him, if he hasn’t chucked you first !
MY BAD LUCK
It’s my bad Luck
To have married a Schmuck
Who’s name is Huck.
And another called Chuck
Who has a Truck
Covered in Muck.
Where we Suck
And Fuck.
And with Buck and Chuck
I laugh about Huck
My stupid Cuck
THE CONTRACT
I love watching you work
Both of you slaving away
You down on your hands and knees
Her doing whatever I say;
My own housemaid and butler
Full time cook and driver
My masseuse and her other half
My 24/7 live-in domestic staff !
I love watching you work
Sweat dripping on a Summer’s day
Unpaid, but not unrewarded
Symbiosis is the rage today.
Her washing pots and pans
While you scrub my toilet pans
You see us and you know your place
My cream lubricates the masseuse’s face
Tinkle her bell and the maid comes
In apron, fishnets and high heels
She unlocks your steel belt
I wonder how her cold touch feels ?
You don’t come, but you’re near
Every fourth Sunday of the year
What bliss ! A meagre, ruined flick
No follow though - it’s over quick.
You carry the butler’s tray
Breakfasts are my favourite meals
A hushed tap on my bedroom door
Enter ! See my cook who kneels
You serve my coffee on the side
Then turn and leave without your pride
A glance between us when she moaned
No doubt by whom this cook is owned.
I love watching you work
Shivering in the Winter’s chill
Clearing the snow from the garden paths
Her face indoors above the sill.
Behind the pane my left hand grips
I smile at you and pull on her hips
It’s getting dark the paths are wide
There’s more to do, much more, inside
I love watching you work
But at night you sleep in the dark
Noises crackle down your intercom
Your wife moans and outside dogs bark.
The cellar’s damp but let’s be fair
Your work is done. Spring’s in the air
The weeks have flown by, the year has ended
And now your contract can be extended
AND FINALLY
Before you reach for your reviewer’s pen
And decide to score this ‘half out of ten’
Your dicks and clits still soft and dry
My poetry didn’t make you laugh.
Or cry.
What’s the purpose of the guff above ?
Not the usual stuff from Velvetglove.
Reviews matter but please don’t pry
Into when or what we write.
Or why.
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