When Husbands Can'T Sleep Poem by James McLain

Teaching through the window out side I will.
walking around the block
there are too many that are willing.
I was hired to oil the windows so they wouldn't.
The dogs know me best the cats give way.
Coming through the silk curtains
makes my nipples hard.
The low wolf like rumble in her ear makes hers.
Then the rollicking begins from side to side.
As I begin to subliminally move inside the mind.
Breathing increases I smell the creation's.
There panties always smell sweet.
Sweet like their breath of apples and peaches.
Thighs subcutaneously part from a word barely heard.
Her husband hands me a certified check which I don't.
Knowing it takes two weeks for me to come back around.
Palma Ceia, Hyde Park, Davis Island, Tampa Florida.