Flaccid Paralysis

I often ask her why
It was me she came to
When she wanted to come
Instead of her husband

It's not that she loves me
She never listens when
I talk about myself
She doesn't want to know

And every time I ask
Why me? Why me? Why me?
She looks at me and smiles
Then I don't want to know

I sometimes tend to think
Of reasons why she'd cheat
I'm young so there that's one
But I don't have money

So it's all about sex
The summary I guess
I'm just the lucky one
She chose to numb the pain

What pain I'd like to ask
Not that she would tell me
The one time she was drunk
Though two words she let slip

Flaccid paralysis
I wonder what they mean

Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2017-12-14 at 19:55

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Flaccid Paralysis reminds me of Sir Clifford Chatterley's case. That could be the reason why she likes being with you. Anyway, an interesting read. I'm still scanning the poem, and cherishing the use of trimeters.

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Beware of angry husbands with guns when one messes with married women. It's all for fun, but you should let her go. It's not fair to you or the husband. The reasons are obvious. It is a pure need and nothing more. Hopefully, it's not personal, for then it would make me smile.