Please Return My Knickers

(When a couple divorce, it's cut and dried as to who gets what, but what about when an affair ends?)

I'm over you now,
Though if truth be known
Was I ever under you?
This bird has flown

So please return my knickers
With the stains in the crutch
Our love juices cocktail
God, I loved that so much!

And what of my photos?
Six hundred I'm sure
Will you delete and destroy them?
Lust at them no more?

And what about your things?
Do you want them all back?
Should I wrap and return them
In a big Royal Mail pack?!

Do you want your pants back?
All encrusted with cum
And the semen stained jeans
When I fondled your bum?

And the book that you lent me
With dedication of lust
Will your wife ever miss it
When she polishes and dusts?

I'm cutting my losses
And I'm now moving on
As woods become Sleep Inns
And Paul becomes John

So please keep my knickers!
Do what you want
Sniff and inhale them
Can you still smell my cunt?!

So thanks for the good times
I shan't stand by and simper.
As we fade out, not with a bang,
Nor barely with a whimper.