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The deeds of love She took his heart and trashed it On the rocks of high deceit, she Spent the day a wifely way, she’d Got the kids to feed. She told no One her motives, suffice that she Believed, the long legs in the house Next door had flashed and he’d Been weak.
One look and he’d been conquered, No chance he might resist, from Toes to ankle, calf to thigh, he Touched, caressed,and kissed. A Journey part completed, her Perfume on his tongue, an almost Silent whisper: ‘Don’t stop now , ‘Oh, please come on’.
What is a girl to do when things go Badly wrong like this? Well. don’t Get mad, get even, an’ that’s exactly What she did. A new woman in The mirror, a dress to catch the eye, Long legs in killer heels, a daring, Plunging, low neckline.
Well, no, she wasn’t hungry for Another man as such, her aim was Far more subtle, what she wanted Was his love. She still knew how To get it, she’d been slow of recent Days, too tired to pretty up, too Tired to stay awake.
Not every act of conscience is Uniquely cut and dried, sometimes There are diividing lines, forgiveness, Space and time. Not every man is Perfect, nor every woman right, and Life is so much richer, when you Face your faults and fight.
And thus it came to pass that night, In shock, surprise and awe, he saw The girl he married surrounded In a bar. Why had he done the Things he did? Why had he been so Blind? When what he sought was Always his, and had been all the Time.
Later in a corner, a cosy seat for Two, their bond had not been broken, Their love as good as new. We make Mistakes from time to time, in fact All humans do, the strong ones’ hold The deeds of love, kept safe and bullet
Proof.
© Joseph G Dawson
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