Quick! My Husband’s Home! (poem) by Sandra A. Mushi on AuthorsDen

Quick! My Husband’s Home!
by Sandra A. Mushi → (All Poetry by Sandra A. Mushi)
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Gradually sleepy I begin to feel Yielding my being under sleep’s heel From her I didn’t want myself to peel Under her spell I seemed to reel Heavy my eyelids did appear My weariness so very clear My eyes open no longer I could bear A trip to dreamland was so near Surrounded by sexy fantasy women I feel I am the man among men This wondrous harem my blissful pen Wishing it could forever be my den Martha butterfly kisses she does shower Ennie hot massages under the bower With Tunu’s nibbles I holler as she goes lower Doris teasing fingers I lose it and get a tower From my sleep to wake I’m abruptly made My harem with a poof away it does fade “Quick! My husband’s home!” I’m bade Her scream as sharp as a razor blade From the bed I jump like a hound In this divan I didn’t want to be found In my mouth my heart did pound In the room frantically I looked around So scared I felt helpless and wee Anytime on myself I felt I would pee To catch me here I didn’t wish on me It was too dark my shoes and pants to see Lord, my horny behind where to hide The closet, with my beer belly it wasn’t so wide Under the bed, it was too tight for me to slide Behind the curtains, the fabric too sheer to hide The wide French windows I then looked at Should I hide outside butt naked like that? Either that or on my head will feel the angry bat So rushing to the ledge I felt like a rat Over the window my leg I quickly did lift In a rush I tripped as I wasn’t so nift I missed! This nightmare I wish I could shift On the roadside I see my life that was gift From the thirteenth floor to my death I gradually fell ‘Ooh God help me I promise I will live well! I’ll never again.’ with tears my eyes did swell ‘My wife I will cherish and love,’ the night I tell Save me please so with her I will grow old Cherish her more than Tanzanite and gold Together we will grow wrinkled and bold I cried as I plummeted in the night that was cold The twins Dan and Stan I then did spot Locking the store where my grocery I bought Where is a tree when you need it I thought God help, I don’t want to end up a blot It hits me as my naked butt the wind does fan Those are my neighbours – Stan and Dan! Escaping from this now there is no plan Too late as there was nowhere to run Realized too late as to my death I head Always spoke in her sleep those too deep to tread The woman screaming murder from my home and my bed Oh God, that was my wife, the woman I had wed Not from someone else's wife I had fled Copyright Sandra A. Mushi . All rights Reserved

Reviewed by Ingrid Khola (Reader)

Reviewed on May 11, 2006

Too late for any regrets! It's so well put that you actually visualise the event. Gr8 write.

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher

Reviewed on February 8, 2006

This is brilliant! Thanks for sharing,
Birgit and Roger

Reviewed by alejapoet@aol.com Bennett

Reviewed on January 11, 2006

Another great write my friend that got me hot, nervous and excited it is too bad that my fiance is in Jamaica or else he would get it. it sounds as i a man writes our poems but if not these are very good. if my man was here he would get it in the worse way.

Reviewed by Only A Poet (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

you have a great wit! unique and offbeat, i love it!

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Holy Moley, but this is good! Worked it all out to a T. Thanks
for the ride. Gon' keep checkin' t'see if you set up 'nother.
~~HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!~~'Pea' <3

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on January 6, 2006

hahahaha...I think I was married to this guy once.ROFL

Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed

Reviewed on October 3, 2005

This one is my favorite of your September poems, so far. It just is so real--needs to be heard by the world around you in a much greater way.
blessin's Sis. Sandie,
cynth'ya

Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi

Reviewed on September 27, 2005

Ah! That's funny, reminds of taarab poetry. The final line is a jewel.

Reviewed by White Dove left (Reader)

Reviewed on September 26, 2005

As always, wonderful talent you share

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

most interesting poeming to the point of entertaining

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on September 24, 2005

I love your funny rants-- on and on and so much to say--Wonderfully done- Your a riot - Warmly,Sheee

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on September 23, 2005

Quite an ending - yet again, Sandra!

Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore

Reviewed on September 22, 2005

you're good with the surprise endings, ms sandra! keep on writing these!

Reviewed by Huda Orfali

Very interesting story
love it
thanks for sharing

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

You're a sweetie for sharing your wit and humor. Thank you, Sandie. Love and peace to you.

Regis

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

What a loop-the-looping write this is, Sandy, and accomplished with aplomb and tireless metre and form! Hooked from the sleepy beginnings to the panic end and what a roller-coaster in between. You took us to the heights and depths with this one - and then some! Loved the big build - and the twist of the turn at the end. There are SEVERAL morals in this one, you sassy, clever lady! And all done with a lightness of touch that is delightful. Great to be reading you again! Glad to see you in "take-a-break" mode... this certainly goes down well with a good mug of coffee and is less fattening than a biscuit - AND more comforting! :)) WTG! LOL Kate xx

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on September 21, 2005

a bit if humor to finish my day goes a long way ;)

enjoyed!

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Enjoyed this read!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by George Carroll

A bit of mirth before I retire is what I indeed, did desire. Well done Sandra

Reviewed by Lynn Barry

I was totally entertained...I love it! Might just read it again and again.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Fantastic! You are a witch. Gotta love it. I love it. Bless you. What ya want fer Christmas, huh? Whadda ya want?

Reviewed by Ronald Hull