"My head isn't working" she said to me,
T'was a Kodak moment from the books of the blessed
With a Road to Damascus air of clarity
I had to ponder her words so lay down to rest.
Then she stood astride me and hitched up her skirt
Politeness required I avert my gaze
But like Paul I was blinded, an instant convert
my nerve-ends lit up with my senses ablaze
A renaissance of fingertips, a dark age of flesh
Underwear for benediction, its contents a grail
Erotically domestic, in the kitchen we caressed
Then rinsed out our mouths, the desire tasted stale
"Just yesterday, I threw myself away"
Unclean words ripped through this disguise
she was speaking once more like an action replay
and harmless untruths shone straight from her eyes
Arms a-wrapped round and legs entwined too
And verbal hygiene from between her teeth fled
What was left of resistance was swiftly shot through
And she smiled, clearly pleased at the tethered red thread
T'was a Kodak moment from the books of the blessed
With a Road to Damascus air of clarity
I had to ponder her words so lay down to rest.
Then she stood astride me and hitched up her skirt
Politeness required I avert my gaze
But like Paul I was blinded, an instant convert
my nerve-ends lit up with my senses ablaze
A renaissance of fingertips, a dark age of flesh
Underwear for benediction, its contents a grail
Erotically domestic, in the kitchen we caressed
Then rinsed out our mouths, the desire tasted stale
"Just yesterday, I threw myself away"
Unclean words ripped through this disguise
she was speaking once more like an action replay
and harmless untruths shone straight from her eyes
Arms a-wrapped round and legs entwined too
And verbal hygiene from between her teeth fled
What was left of resistance was swiftly shot through
And she smiled, clearly pleased at the tethered red thread