She

She
Cleans the dishes
Steams the floor
Washes windows
(Such a chore!)

She
Does the laundry
Irons too
And hoovers
(Which I hate to do)

She
Dusts the shelves
Without complaint
Cleans the bathroom
(What a saint!)

She
Feeds the cat
And walks the dog
(On rainy days
That’s such a slog)

She
Doesn’t cook
But serves the food
And mixes cocktails
(Very good)

She
Wears high heels
Throughout the day
And miniskirts
(What can I say?)

She
Sucks my toes
While I unwind
(Such dedication’s
Hard to find)

She
Warms my bed
And waits for me
(Her wardrobe’s full
Of corsetry)

She
Spreads her legs
And there she’s laid
(Could there be
A more perfect maid?)

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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