Sinner parties

We often went to sinner parties

His eyes  showed he was contrite.
We entertained without knowing it.

I am the widow of his soul
As Catholics we were forbidden to use crampons
Contravention is not allowed in the marriage bed
Now silence is folded and love seems dead
He was worth the surprise of life.
She stares with eyes like green diamonds.Esmeralda!
Stop and tell the roses
He blessed the waters as they froze… and he got bitten by the  toads.
I fill the bends in time with laughter
With me it’s rhyme after time.Line after line
Rhyme still wounds those with no skin.
A savage groan is soon lost into the ocean.
Did you ever get that dramatic feeling?
What a hole!I bet you’re reeling.
Take it back, it’s too revealing.
With a face like yours, you need concealing
My figure didn’t add up to more than 90 inches.
A  skit on logic is the death of hope.