nails so immaculate

quiff by top coiffeur

works hours in gyms

voice a soothing purr

swims in hot cologne

really looked the part

nurtured in the mire

harbours a dirty heart

easy to smile and preen

glad-hand the unaware

suppress my defences

enticed me into his lair

had his way, I felt silly

cheated by this creep

trudged home deflated

felt m...

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Dirty Windows - Poem by Marie 

Shabby nets on dirty windows 
Four walls hold a life of tears 
Trapped inside disabled from life 
Pains in her heart cuts like a knife 

She who gave him everything 
Kept prisoner for by his fists 
She who’s life was dark and dull 
No happy ending or miraculous twists 

She has no friends or family 
That’s why she is never missed 
Bruises covering her ...

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(Gave this an airing at the Erotic Poetry Night at Malton last weekend, and managed to add the audio at last)

“What is the bidding?”

“The bidding is thine” she said.

He spoke and she took position,

Before him, in shadow.

“What is the bidding?”

“The bidding is thine” she said.

He held her hips.

He clicked his tongue softly in her ear,

Before tracin...

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