Mistress Raquell
A mistress's cold glare makes the man say
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare"
She cracks her leather whip loudly on the ground
he hopes a new love will be found
She cares not of him, this is her occupation
but at least she figures he's having fun.
he does as she will bid,
dreaming of having a kid
She gets paid, at the end of the day
she goes home to stand in her warm shower
and then he comes to see her..
He walks to her door,
a dozen roses in hand.. the hopeful smile
perched on his chapped lips.
She answers the door, throwing her arms
around him, not caring that he appears to be
wearing his heart on his shoulder, she backs away
she turns and says "You can not stay"
His heart falls to the depths of hell
as he looks to his dear mistress Raquell
"Why not?" He asks staring at her disillusioned face,
she says "I thought you were someone else"
his hand drops to feel his pulse,
as he drops to the ground,
she seems not to care,
that his pulse is no longer there.