That’s what you said, and I did.
The quaint mole up where the thigh
met the drenched tangle of hair,
the sheen of soft fuzz in the curve
of her lower back, the musky smell
as I bowed into her secret self,
these were all much to my liking;
also the way she’d crouch over me,
the better to gobble me down.
You’ll like my wife, you said,
she’s bright and has a fabulous
sense of humour. That, too.
