His Other - Poem by Jeronica Alston
As pachynis emotions build up inside my heart taking control of my mind.
Knowing that you are ibidem somewhere, which is so hard to find.
Blatant is your charismatic charm, that enticingly overwhelms.
While you are my xenagogue, who guides me on this ship I sail.
I try hard not to wonder or to think to often
Just how vafrous you can be, like a fox on this tiding sea.
As the moon begins to rise upon the deck of the maiden he loves so dear.
I gaze out the port hole and I can still hear.
Him telling her how beautiful she is and he always seems to quab.
For she is his lady love and nothing else could ever make him sob.
They soon begin to saltant, as she sways to the rhythm of his heart.
While sitting down below I can feel that covetous feeling start.
No longer do I feel oblectation for deep down I feel replaced.
By a maiden who can not feel or run life's macroian race.
I begin to bang and to pull to leave a uloid among her chest.
For if he saw just how she looked inside he would know she needed to rest.
He glides down the steps to the inside of his lady of the sea
and finds me sitting upon the floor feeling not at all free.
I feel compelled to tell him the truth of the blatant deeds I've done.
His habiliment still perfectly pressed as he sits and his mind starts to run.
He begins to gabble about how much we both are the ladies in his life.
But factotumly he doesn't say that I am his #1 so there's no need to fight.
“For my love can be shared and it doesn't have limitations.”
But he fails to see that fair damsels dare not switch places.
“I don't lionize her, for you are my queen.
If not of the sea, you are for everything.”
Soon I feel no need to abacinate his lover for one night
Even thought I know this isn't the end of their loving flights.
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