SOMETHING LIKE

Hey, Johnny,
where’s that hot wife of yours?
You don’t seem to bring her around
so much these days.
Any reason?

I miss that girl
and the inappropriate conversations
we used to have,
bandying about words
like “erotic pastry” and “bondage socks”
and “restraining order.”

I remember her,
skirt up, tights down,
my explosive cum
in her enticing bum.
Uh, no, that didn’t actually happen.
It’s just an image from a dream I have
all too frequently
about your hot wife.

Where’s she been hiding herself?
I haven’t seen her leave the apartment in weeks.
Oh, you moved?
Well, that’s just great
Jeez,
months of surveillance,
wasted.

Anyway,
when you get home
to your hot wife,
could you give her my love
– or something like it…