Suburbian Susan

Suburbian Susan
Slides slinkily to the side of the sofa
.

She caresses the back
of a teenager's head
.

Fills his mind full of promises
Of a good time in bed
.

Signaling her intention
With a movement of her leg
.

Suffices to inspire movement
In the pain of his youth
.

Ultimate proof that her body and appeal
Cannot fade
.

She will burn out her rage
.

A burden gained at the demands a husband and children
Have made
.

She lays her body down
Before this pinnacle of truth or
.

Wherever the boy can quickly inspire...
.

On the roof of the building
His knee buried in her thighs
.

They hide from the light of the street lamps
And neighboring eyes
.

His breathing is rapid
As Susan holds onto her toy
.

Over eager hands
Fumble at the lips of her joy
.

Susan encourages the boy's lust
And desire
.

Tickles the fire
And pulls in the thrusts
.

"Too much too soon."
The boy begs
.

Susan smiles
As his finale trickles down the inside of her legs
.

It matters little that her rage
Is not yet burnt
.

A boy of this age is easily raised
She has learnt.
.

Meanwhile, Suburbian Jack
Sat back at the flat
.

Hears tell of his wife's devious
Lack of discretion
.

From his children
Who tell him the story of noise
.

Heard as their mother
Takes possession of boys
.

In the afternoon
.

The children
Being locked in an adjoining room
.

Have peeked through the crack
At the base of the door
.

A lad with his trousers
Around his knees
.

Ignoring the whispered pleas
Of the children's mother
.

To love her, to love her...
Quietly
.

Clandestine meeting
One evening in the park
.

Laid out on concrete
.

Beneath the stark
Labored intentions of her teenage love
.

Hidden by darkness
A husband spies in despair
.

Bare contorted movements
And careless squeals
.

As a boy steals pleasure
His wife never gave
.

Yet he now savors her hands
Gripped tightly in flesh
.

Her voice shout aloud
Demanding the best
.

Demanding the juice
To quieten her fears
.

Which pour from the tears
That scar a boy...
.

... and a man
Wiping the anguished mess from his hands
.

A passing dog sniffs
At sticky bare flesh
.

Its concerned owner
Aeeing the bodies at rest on the ground
.

Makes no sound
As he moves frightened toward
.

A nightmare he has stored
From the National News
... and stories from booze
.

But he sees beauty by the light
Glimmering in the eyes of a boy
.

And Susan hunched over her victim
Holding tight to her joy
.

Licking the remains
And devoring the flesh
.

A vulture of lust
Has left nothing to a tale
.

For the man in the public house
Later to tell
.

And as a frightened young child
Discovered at play
.

Susan runs away crying
Trying to hide her shame
.

A boy proudly remains
With a silly boy smile.
.

Suburbian Susan
Steps from the train
.

She clutches in her hand
All that remains of a mother and wife
.

For a life on the tiles
With her proud young stud
.

On more invention
To embellish their love
.

The sadness and pain
They have left in their hearts
.

The crime and the shame
They have left
.

In the name of ...
Love
.