She Was An Editor Who Fancied Herself A Poet Poem by Ted Sheridan

she looked so soft and gentle.....
.....she takes her clothes off
and throws them in the chair....
she stretches out her long arms

and lifts them both above her head......
then bending over at the waist
to display her totally naked wares

she flashes me all valid documentation
of her venereal somatic.....
she knows that I'm peeking.....

because she can feel my curious breath
she doesn't wait to see
if I will have the nerve to ask____

crawling between the satin sheets
she just grabs me by my cheeks
all this aggressive behavior

makes my other head start to pucker
then looking me sternly in the one eye
and speaking in her whispery voice

like no other woman before her
she gives me her
irrefutable instructions on writing erotica

saying.......
'Take me now you big gorilla
I want you in me

all hot and sweaty
and if you stop
my poetry in motion

before I complete the verse
you'll be picking up the pieces
to your final book.....'