Monday, February 25, 2013

Married men



Married men invite you in
to meet their wives before they sin

Wanting you to play the game
of secrets kept outside the frame 

Secret meetings, rendevous
in hotel rooms built just for you

For furtive sex on sheetless beds
without a pillow to lay your head

Sweat, desire, burning hot
and in the moment you’ve forgotten

Stains on walls of previous lovers
who came searching for paradise in one another




Married men invite you in
they think their wives will never sin

But secrets thrive here, secrets abound
even though there are thousands of eyes all around

And there’s plenty of time in a woman’s day
for stealing pleasure in many ways 

Pleasure alone, pleasure together
why shouldn’t a wife have her own taste of heav-e-e-a-a-a-a-e-e-e-e-e-e-n




Married men invite you in
to meet their wives before they sin

But they miss the secret signalling
as wife takes her chance to slip away

To meet her lover for the day
Husband tells you with a wink and a grin

She’ll be off shopping all day long
And the sisterhood's still going str-o-o-o-o-o-ong




Married men you can invite me in
and I’ll tell you I’m more than happy to sin

As long as your wife has the same chance
to play the secret rendevous, forbidden pleasure dance

And if you do I’ll guarantee 
you’ll have a happy marriage and you won’t need me

And I’ll smile as I remember the pleasure you gave
in hotel rooms whose dirty walls held the secrets of us all 

Husbands, wives and their lovers
who came searching for paradise in one an-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-t-h-e-e-e-e-e-r-r-r-r-r-r.






(c) Poemsong Jan Cornall Ubud 2007

(c) Paintings  Jumaadi, courtesy of the artist and Watters Gallery.
http://www.wattersgallery.com/artists/JUMAADI/Jumaadi.html

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