A Relationship

by Mark

They lived without doors,
Aside from the bedrooms.
He walks in while she
sits, rested on the throne
Doing business, covering her lap.
Her undergarments floating
Around her ankles. He wispers,
you’re as beautiful here, as
with your makeup and clothes.               She replies, I love you,  but
it’s time for a door.

By -Mark J

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