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Sexy Words
Sexy words are nothing
She said,
Nothing but word play
Leading to a climax
That never happens
To most of us,
We’re stuck in our lives
Making the most
Or the least
Of whatever happens,
Our bodies and curves
Like our husband’s
Pot bellies
Have grown to blah,
And it’s sex on Tuesday
Or is it Wednesday
Sometimes week-ends,
Girlie nights out
Now and then
With too much wine
And arguments in the morning,
Most lives are crap
There’s no sexy words
In the shit we plod through,
Keep them for the
Country girls
Who still play in
Sunrises and sunsets,
Gardens and flowers,
Puppies and calves.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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