Rose

Oh, she had her fantasies alright,
and she hadn’t always thought this way –
about sex, I mean. Now, she could
take it or leave it; with him at any rate.

Over the years she’d learned
to please herself. “Who needed men,
if you catch my drift?” she’d asked
of a friend, who said she felt the same way.

Not a bad husband; she couldn’t complain,
though they’d never been – how do you say,
‘sexually compatible’, and he was no different;
he had his fantasies too...

How he’d like to spank her till that cute,
little rump of hers turned a carmine shade of red –
see her a porn star of stage and screen.

Hers was to live in a house – ‘Rose Cottage’
on the door which, finally she did, except...
her prince on a white charger never came.