Response To Excuse 1 (Need To Make Money) Poem by Lorenzo Costigliolo

Oh, yes, I see, and understand, my dearest one,
your need to make for us that monied stash
and your just screwing not for love bust cash -
it is so sensible - not rash - how I agree -
and stand behind you all the way
and let you do all that you say
for me
and I have just the gift for you:

I shall remain prepared for you
(I know you like me wet)
and I shall call the plumber in
to keep my pipes aligned -
but, it's okay;
he's deaf and dumb, not blind;
so, as he pokes his shaft within,
he will not say a word:
no sounds of love from tongue or lips
not mine nor his while grinding hips
keep me in moistened shape for you
wide open mind and lower, too;
and to be sure, I will not love as I do you;
it is a service, no love - a screw
that's meant to keep me soft and wet
so when you are home, we'll both be set.