nine minutes and thirty seven seconds
was the time it took for her to fire up her temper and car
while deciding how she was going to end her life or his
the sex had been good for a while but not good enough
that he would keep his promised vows to her
she knew he was going to be with the other woman
she had smelled her all over him at dinner
cheap perfume....he was always a sucker
for lots of lipstick and cheap perfumes...
deep in the mayhem and turmoil of very female emotions
she lunged with a left turn and then hung a wide right
into a highly distracted intersection of cat and mouse
where her small vulnerable car was yonically impacted
by that of his brute Hummer's phallic killer instincts
nine minutes and thirty seven seconds
was the time it took for them to be forever.....joined at the hip
Nine minutes and thirty seven seconds of lasting? Ted, are you trying to make most men jealous? :) t x
Whoa! Here's me trying to find a poem to cheer me up, and I get this! But that said, it's a great write Ted, as always from you. Hugs Anna xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nine Minutes? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! where is he? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? have a/c full blast due to over 100 here with the heat and humidity and I'm still, well........I'll leave it at that.....If I re read this at midnight and it's 98 here as it was at that time last night here, I'm blaming you for my 'problem.'~~~~~~~thanks for the heeheehee.....marci.xo. :)