Housewife of Saint Louis

It’s getting harder and harder to keep her a secret

Sending me naked pics while her papers lays sound asleep next to her

Telling me I should come through because she just sent him on another wild goose chase…..trying to find another token to show his love for her

I show my love with the vigor in each stroke

She tells me I can skinny dip in her pool

Normally I wear a life jacket but I got caught up in the excitement a time or two…..three…..TEN!

My test keep coming back clean

Nothing to worry about on that end

So we continue

It’s deeper now

We no longer have rendezvous of lustful sin

She tells me about how he no longer sleeps in the same bed

Showing me the text messages

He’s calling her everything but a child of God

Nope

I won’t say anything

Not my place dude

I am just the side dick

My duties only list two things:  lick and stick

Not always in that order

We’re doing it again

Turing on the air in this hotel room in the dead of winter

Sex so scorching that it would melt her wedding ring if she still bothered to wear it

“Oh that good”

Is all I can think laying here in this bed

Worn out……too tired to even scoot over so I won’t lay in the wet spot

I fall asleep and as usual when I awake she is gone

What’s this I see?   A note?

Something’s inside of it…

A pen?  No

A toothbrush?  No

Cylinder shaped container?  No

“Two lines means you’re the father…….Love *********”

-S. Logan

2012