Perfumed Note

“I hate you,”
She said as she kissed my chest,

“I hate you,”
She purred as she kissed my belly,

“I hate you,”
She moaned as she took my well used,
Limp wicked pen in her mouth,
Lovingly with great hunger,

“But I love the taste of my pussy,
On your dick.”
She always swallows,
Every drop,
“Waste not and-- whatnot.”

She is only twenty-five,
Only twenty-five,
With passions deprived,
Her six month old baby,
Asleep in the corner,
All warm and cozy.

“I hate everything about you,”
She said as tears welled in her eyes,

It all start with fun,
She was the flirting,
Pregnant one,
When exchanged glances begun,

Friends we became,
Over my coffee and her tea,
She had a certain freedom with me,
From the beginning with humored sincerity.

In four weeks time,
She had her girly figure back,
With much larger breasts,
As she delighted in showing me,
Her added cleavage publicly.

A touch here a touch there,
Her young hands loved to touch mine,
A week later we were syncopated rhymes,
She loved me on her back,
She loved me on her front,
As her baby asleep in the corner,
All warm and cozy.

“I hate you,”
She said as she kissed my neck,
Bringing back to the present,
Yes, she had swallowed it all,
Such talented lips,
And once again,
I became small and limp.

I watched her dress,
With tear welled eyes,
She was falling in love,
With an older guy,
She took her marriage rings,
From my desk,
And to her finger applied,
With tears dropping from her eyes.

She when to her baby,
Now cooing from her cozy corner,
Her baby is so good and sweet,
She slept through all our activities,
No matter how loud we would get,

I carried the portable crib to her car,
Never to see either again.

A tear stained note came,
A few days later,
Red lipstick left the impression,
Perfumed with Obsession,

“I hate you so much!”