Monday, 22 January 2018


My love,
I will not tell your husband that I
kissed your wet lips yesterday.

If I tell him how sweet 
Your wet lips were,
He will strangle my neck to death.
He will then break a bottle and slit
your throat until you run
out of breath.

My love,
I will not tell your husband
How sweet your evening meal was.
I will not tell him that the part I loved
most was waking up in the morning
and licking the slippery soup that
you poured on your plate of ecstasy.

If he gets to know that I ate
your sumptuous meal,
He will jump on your belly until you miscarry our one month old child.
He will then come for my poor life.
I won't utter a word when I go to 
the bar with him.

My love,
When you'll go for the women
conference meeting next week,
I won't tell your husband that it's me
you'll spend your warm nights with.

After all,
He also loiters with harlots the
whole night and comes home
the following day.....
Was it not a packet of condom
that you found in his pocket while
doing laundry today?


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