She’s Scenting by Paul Tristram

Uses the closest corner of curtain,
upon ‘Her’ side of the bed,
to wipe-up her swollen snatch.
While he’s in the bathroom, post-sex,
pissing erratically
in several different directions at once
and scrubbing away
all unfaithful, glistening traces.
Inserts a hairbrush handle
from the bedside cabinet
‘Once, Twice… Three Times A Lady’
whilst smirking at the Wedding Dress
she can see hanging up
in the half-open wardrobe.
Magpie’s her soaking wet knickers
under the pillows (Not His!)
Rises, euphorically, victoriously
and mists up the window
with her callous breath
before finger-writing
‘Bless Him,
He Whimpers Like A Puppy
When He cums’.
Manages to wipe three fingers worth
of musky quim juice
into the hair on the back of his head
and a smudge behind one ear
as she kisses him passionately goodbye.
After first, accidently-on-purpose,
profusely spraying him,
the surrounding walls and ceiling
with her ‘Cheap, White Trash’ perfume.
Then with a Veni Vidi Vici smile
upon her clever face,
she swaggers on up the road
back home to her very own doting husband.

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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at You can also read his poems and stories here!

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