Whisper Rock versus Dirty Rock N Roll

Dear John,

I slept with someone else. And finally too, as I was approaching near to celibacy. (Yeah, thanks for that by the way.)

And yet after weeks of zero communication from your end, you conveniently choose to call when I am in the throes of another lovers gentle eyes and sharp tongue.

Do you have some kind of cosmic radar for these things?

Bared

Dear John,

Discreetly, I have been touched
By many unwanted hands,
Therefore my youth had been defiled
Innocence lost within time's sands.

But no hand could ever take me back
Like yours tenderly wrapped in mine,
As you placed a line of soft lipped kiss
So sweetly down my spine.

And in that instance I forgot
The darkness of my past,
For all I could think of was your face
And that I had found home at last.

But as I explain to you this liking
Our clothes careless on the floor,
You remain taciturn with lips unmoving
And I, your wanton lovestruck whore.

Begrudgingly yours,
Jane