She just loves to quote Hemmingway.
She vacuums the house in her high heals and her lingerie.
Dad's an engineer.
Mom likes to interfere.
And every night it's a bottle of white to hold her tight and mask her fear.
Where she'll teach you how to fuck like an acrobat.
She'll flash that angel/devil grin.
And wait for worship to begin.
She's my queen.
She's my Marilyn and I'm her Joe Dimaggio.
She is my queen.
She does up her hair.
A monogamous affair.
Where the dinner conversation is of sex and moliere.
Then it's back to her flat above the laundromat