Obedience

A perfume so wet and sticky 

After sitting in the sun 

She bakes and waits for you 

Claiming "this is fun." 

A watered down lemonade 

Perched upon her hip, 

She keeps it there so close 

So she can touch your lip. 

You give her what she wanted 

Kissing her floppy hat, 

But you never gave her love, 

Or even a home to stay at.

Reviews

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-- what a riveting read... and the closing is so powerfully crushing... -- amazing poetry...

[Misery]

One thousand poems must be waiting to be revealed from the nine lives you have lived.
I think you will be composing raw and real poetry for many seasons. Nicely written, dear poet.

[dopey]

ooh I like it. feeling a slash on female/male relationships, with a hint of being rich, commercialized. cool!

[Cat]

Thank you!