The Hickie Poem by Randy McClave

Drea came home late wearing a hickie
A lovers mark left on her neck by the sucking of the skin
She didn't want anyone to know about that one quickie
Especially her husband from committing that sin.
So, she hurried home and then she put on a turtleneck,
What she thought was loving, others knew it as grotesque.

She wore her hair down to hide that kiss mark
Not knowing how long on her neck that branding would stay
To all others she kept her situation and scar in the dark
Her affair and dishonesty to her lover she would not betray.
So hidden on her neck she kept that nasty little secret,
With no remorse or guilt or even a regret.

Once she was known as a classy married lady
But, that all changed drastically after her lovers bite
Now she walks with the other adulterers and the shady
Her needs have changed and so has her appetite.
Now she is not known as virtuous or even good,
She did as her mother once did, now she walks wearing a hood.

She covers her indiscretions with lies and powder and cream
As she hopes to salvage some of her past dignity and a little pride
But, she has lost her spouse and honor and her own self-esteem
Just from her lovers sucking and marking his territory on her hide.
Men once knew her as proper and very picky,
But now she is known as cheap and easy because of a hickie.

Randy L. McClave