February 18, 2012 § Leave a comment
I watch as the black and blue
Of your make-up
Becomes wet and reveals the
Blue and black of your bruises.
I envy your pouting, painted lips.
I pray for your manicured nails
And £60 cut and colour.
I long to wear your short dress
And have a cunt as beautifully kept
As yours is.
Though I will sleep well tonight,
Content and secure in the knowledge
That tomorrow you will not need
To be asked a third time.
By Rob Hughes