The rain retreated to a drizzle, grass drenched fresh
the woman showered leisurely ,detoxifying her flesh
she washed her muddy feet, her filthy hands
easing her fingers, between her curly strands
she stepped out dripping drops onto the floor
unashamed she walked out the glass door
she ignored the lace strings on the bed
slipped over a silk gown over her head
she worked on her hair, blowing it high
puffed on some perfume, with a deep sigh
she dabbed powder, with untrained knack
gazing from the mirror lust looked back
painted apple red, her lips shone
pale face ,mottled with mascara clad eyes
a slender chain lining her neck, encasing a heavy stone
delicate fingers worked on her nails, a small price
he would have eyes only for her tonight
the thought set her dead eyes alight
she surveyed the hall, he sat a few feet away
well practiced gait she strode, an erotic hip sway
he didn't stand when she sat, he ignored her tight dress
she was coy, she flirted ; even acted gullible
he stared at his plate with dead eyes, hands clenching the fork
she touched his hand, even teased his plunger under the table
no reaction he displayed, neither at her nor at the succulent pork
she labored on trying to catch his attention, reminiscing
their previous date, he could not keep his hands off her, ever probing
she bent, a contrived action ; her bosom craving his attention
he slept on unperturbed , immobile
she snapped, clawing at his chest she drove him to the floor
unbuttoning, unzipping straddling him she chewed on his lips
stroking him to life, she moaned with the effort
unyielding to her urgings,he slept soft and flaccid
all inhibitions gone she pounded him with her naval
lost in the insanity, she rode on his bloodied waist
why did he not react? why didn't he scream in heat
he had gone on plummeting her yesterday, holding up her feet
she had begged him to let her go, cried her make up into stains
yet now he made no single protest, when she rubbed his veins
her knees chapped due to the wooden floor,thighs stung as they bruised
his face sculpted in pain , his hair dotted with mud
his suit shabby, speckled with dust and the stench of the rain
the smells worked on her brain, she cried out as she came
she collapsed panting on his rotting frame
You can have me everyday now, she whispered
I shall love you forever, she mumbled
dragging him away she giggled, the fetor lingered.
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