Rough and mean.
I know today you’re all dolled, ready to go for another no show, one stop shop, two bob a job Joe.
Your whispers meet purr all unseen and clean. A pheromone dream from a movie scene for a man who’ll treat you rough and mean.
You know what I mean. On sating sheets where palm meets face and your feet forced apart all hips displaced.
Tomorrow you’ll lay around all worn, torn and fake scorned like a bad ornament.
For the husband.