The anchor is released and I take solace in the moment
A way to linger on the Veranda deck, grazing the railing with my fingertips
Wondering of the depth of the sea floor, what’s truly in store
The way I sit in my suite of oceanic thrills, an aroma of little chocolates
Fresh linen makes me smile, drawn to him to think again
First class, equal class, one percent, banking man
How? When did I become his wife? Was I asleep the whole time?
Wedding gowns, expensive tastes, luxury beyond insanity gives me no safety
I told him of my dreams, the fathoms of revere, a time of passion
I suppose I serve, I do my duty because I have to look pretty
All for this life, to become a bankers wife, is this right?
Black sophistication, aromatic kiss, down to the dining parlor
The boat of wealth, an artist in the mind of what it means to be stealth
Skin glowing for the showing, seen, all for his next presentation
Just another business conversation, this is the masquerade
The voices of the men akin cut like blades, I partake for our sake