Wednesday, 2 May 2018

Whaddya Think?

There's life in the old dog yet!

I can’t barter my heart for it is not mine to give;
it is his, the love of my life who I stalk with a passion,
my love unrequited as no doubt you’ve guessed.

But I have needs I have wants and I’ve concluded you’ll do
to fill in the gaps gaping wide open, yawning and aching,
and this space deep inside me – I’ve reserved it for you.

I’ll trade you my body for my name on the deeds
on a home for the keeping, palatial not paltry,
and I’ll fulfil all obligations, take my place in your bed 

I’ll be your eye candy your trophy to triumph
over those doddery old fools who slither ever so slowly
in your false little circles, doddery old fools you want to impress.

Dressed to the nines, I’ll be bosom revealing and not concealing
my thighs; will wear skirts that barely cover the clean curve of my arse. 
Think, the doddery old fools, how green-eyed they’ll be with me linked to your arm! 

We can do a prenuptial – I don’t mind that at all for all I want is the house. 
Nevertheless, I will be a spouse to be proud of; will fulfil all your needs,
gratify all of your urges and indeed those of my own.

I shall still stalk him it’s true perhaps as a neat little hobby
for as young as I am I have to consider my future,
for one day you’ll be gone and a side of the bed will be empty…

but til that time comes I’ll be loyal to you until death doth us part,
I’ll be faithful and true, kindly and giving, attentive and pleasing,
I’ll be all that you want, but I can’t give you my heart. 

So whaddya think?  Have we a deal?

Anna :o]

At Poets United, Susan’s midweek motif is that of barter/trade and above is my offering.  Of course it is pure fiction, or is it… maybe I have a murky past…  :o]

Cheers for the inspiration Susan!

Image:  Courtesy of  Pexels

11 comments:

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

What I think, after reading your poem, is that this kind of wheeling and dealing goes on all the time!

Susan said...

I wonder about the USA first lady, though he could "use her" better. Very inclusive, eerie.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Yes, this kind of trade-off is not uncommon. You captured it well in this poem.

Vivian Zems said...

I have never heard a gold-digger wax so lyrical! A wonderful write😊

Old Egg said...

You have certain caught my eye dear, don't worry about him, look over here! Most amusing but definitely check the will first!

rallentanda said...

A depressing reality. Good poem.There is no fool like an old fool.Although the family like vultures are usually waiting in the wings as well. Best not to have anything then you know who is genuine.

Thotpurge said...

Happens more often than we might think... trading security for duty while the heart looks elsewhere!

gillena cox said...

😊😊😊you certainly had fun eriting thiz one
Enjoyed


Much🌼love

kaykuala said...

the love of my life who I stalk with a passion,
my love unrequited as no doubt you’ve guessed.

How one would love and adore our Dads could never be enough!

Hank

Science IT and Leisure said...

have a great day.

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annell said...

A delightful write!!