More Is Never Enough Poem by Patti Masterman

More is never enough, with my mistress:
I must seek out novelty places
Where we have never made love before
For she demands total practiced concentration,
And ever new surroundings; for her pleasure:
Extreme positions; her legs up in the air
My legs hanging off the table,
Bent over the footstool; and now skating
In circles, on the mechanic's creeper
Doubled over red-faced, in the plough position; her hot breath
Panting into my mouth, while I try to find
All the right levers; and just when
I get that rhythm so right-
The phone rings, or the dog barks;
The pencil lead breaks off yet again
Or the page just stares at me, like a hapless sheep
Until I wad it up in disgust.

And I have to begin all over, then
But she's so worth it; every word
I can come up with, to try and do justice to her
I could spend my whole life trying
And maybe only ever get there, once
But I keep on writing;
Hoping for the proverbial lucky break.