Dark persistent pleas,
a proclivity to disdain
from the cold-hearted bitch.
A smiling sneer
the sole, initial recompense
to forlorn supplications.
“Deign to prayer?”
The sweet sarcasm oozes
between blood-red lips.
Flashing eyes follow
the icy road, a route
of beauty and brutal finality.
Close your eyes,
remember the vista,
attach memories of pleasure.
They will be your last,
you know this, for she
foretold, and forewarned.
Yet you did not see
or hear beyond the
sexual innuendo she imbibed.
Close your eyes
and remember that once,
once you were a man.
Envisage her long,
smooth thighs, the delicate lace
lingerie, gossamer silk panties.
Recollect the soft fingers
caressing your face and neck,
as she weighed your subjugation.
The road to destiny
is protracted and icy,
as will be your dissolution.
No more prayers or pleas,
face it like a man,
the man you once were.
She bettered you effortlessly.
Perchance the cold-hearted bitch
is a better man than you.
© Colin D. Palmer, 2021
