and he didn’t get a
bang for his buck.
It wasn’t the open
cove, the welcome.
It was a chance and
risk and I guess he
felt taken and not
on a joy ride. I guess
I was supposed to
be his rolling hills,
exotic flowers never
found in his part of
the word, rare and
there just for him.
He expected feasts,
exotic meals. He had
taken off without
pay. He wanted to
plunge into me,
wanted to shipwreck
in my thighs. He
wanted to do things
he wouldn’t do at
home, wanted his
money’s worth
or a refund
by Lyn Lifshin
*Lyn's website: http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm
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I really like the phrase'shipwreck in my thighs'.Nice take on mans's expectations.(Laura Whelton)
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