Sex And Mozart 1973 Poem by Terry Collett

Some dame sang
on the old
radio

a Verdi
aria
Sonya lay

on the bed
reading Kant
I showered

listening
to Verdi
filtering

through to me
through water
gushing down

how Sonya
could read Kant
after sex

I wondered
washing down
young Percy

my pecker
then Sonya
sang along

the Verdi
aria
I hummed some

Sinatra
melody
to contrast

the Verdi
recalling
entering

Sonya's fruit
in the bed
while Mozart's

aria
vibrated
in my head.