oddity of sex
Oddity of sex
The kitchen was cold
Switched on the gas making coffee
It warmed my midriff
And I thought of it, only briefly
Breakfast more important
Never thought I should think that
But there we are.
I knew of a woman who only wanted me
To look at her fanny and no touching.
I did but thought of other things
how many millions of stars are the in heaven?
has anyone counted them?
Suddenly she wriggled like a worm in damp soil
she covered her body in a sheet
And she fell asleep.
I took the bus home.