Sara, my therapy driven milf.

"I would do cartwheels naked!
if it would keep you alive."
She said all as if brazen,
with her hand between her thighs

I have impure thoughts: sublime.
to hear your song of life.
"I belong dead, you are not mine."
I see her husband's wife.

The bride of Frankenstein,
Marry Shelly of my soul.
the torment of the crime
and purpose of my goal.

skinny as a tree with figs
as her lips. beautiful
with every thrust I give.
Sara is so dutiful,

Yet confined to a session
that is thirty minutes long.
She's in love with aggression
never satisfied and wrong.