Erotic PoetryHow Goes the Oldwife, Smitty? Life
colder than a
witch's tit or
does it smolder?
Why then is it
Irene's twin bed
has five dog-eared
King James bibles?
Heading for your
king-sized bathroom
for a pseudo-
wifey visit?
Webcam's tracking;
Smitty's whacking
by the toilet,
soon to soil it.
Shit! She's only
blown the circuit!
Now it's wipe clean
just a blank screen.
Good night, Irene.
Irene, Good night.
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