Our naked clothes
lie entangled on
our kitchen floor.
Your bra dangles
from the knob
of our bedroom door.
Your panties lie
(hoopla 'n' cockeyed)
over the rabbit's ears
making the telly go all fuzzy.
I am a rampaging Byronic beast!
You are a brazen young hussy!
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
(& such delights!)
We are such dreams
that stuff is made of
and our little lust...is rounded...by a sleep.
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