He missed

His hands travelled all over me like a herd of drunken fleas the size of spiders
His eyes wandered over my supine body like a surveyor estimating the price of a house
He kissed me with my permission as I was frozen
He showed me our marriage certificate in triplicate in a gold frame
He tickled me with a feather till I was maddened by rage
So I said, quit staring,I don’t like your gaze
His nails were as thick as the icing on a Xmas cake
He never scratched me even when I itched

I don’t know if it was deliberate but he missed
I said I would never get married and it was a lie in retrospect


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