Liz
By charliebrown
She lays with him,
His wife she is,
"Please me woman,
I'll
call you Liz".
It matters not
He's not with her,
All
he wants
Is flesh and fur.
Does not he know
Of
the cool nite air,
The tender touch,
The gentle stair.
To feel her breath
on my skin!
I lay alone
and her with
him.
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