Her Husband is her Lover Every Night
by cricketjeff on February 15, 2017. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The day the two got married they made promises for life,
Not to be a thoughtless husband, nor a soulless frigid wife.
For forty years those promises have been their guiding light;
Her husband is her lover every night.
Not many dress for dinner, on a Thursday, after work
And fewer still will do so as a mediaeval Turk.
He had no silver charger but he filled her with delight;
Her husband is her lover every night.
Every day she puts on stockings, not a ladder to be seen,
And his ties are always perfect, though it’s true one’s dreadful green,
I believe he shaves on Sundays and they’ve never had a fight;
Her husband is her lover every night.
Every week a box of chocolates, or a single deep-red rose.
She wears sheer or lacy undies and a garter often shows.
He was never an Adonis but his paunch is very slight
Her husband is her lover every night.
On a cruise she told the captain she was “just his secretary”
And she let him spank her bottom greeting every slap with glee.
He was chauffeur to her school friends, in a uniform so tight …
Her husband is her lover every night
Every dream they dream each other can be played to keep things fun
And they’re each, each others heroes in the tales their lives have spun.
She’s his whore, his queen, his mistress she’s his stick of dynamite
And her husband is her lover every night!
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