And you? Your hair’s frazzled, so artistically unkempt
Oh, so, you blame me? As though you didn’t tempt

What is it? You can’t locate your autumn pantie?
Well, finders, keepers, woman, I’m upping the ante

Up, up, so strongly up, yes, still I am
“Gentle,” you requested, then you didn’t give a damn

Make up your mind for autumn’s sake: Agony or ecstasy
Part two this morning? That sounds to me like a plea

Alright, the pillow toppled over, why don’t you hold still
“Lift your abdomen, just like that . . . ,” I want you to feel

Ease down, slowly, spine parallel to the ceiling
left arm west, right arm east, as this sexual healing

Has opened his eyes toward the misty window
The droplets are in free fall,
No, don’t you dare move, let it ring
I’m not taking that call

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday after re-election
We’ve donated and volunteered,
My mind was on work today
but somewhere I veered

Or was the detour a result of your feverish arousal?
The way you purr at my stimuli borders on spousal

Support . . . I don’t mean to contort your
heaven-sculpted limbs
Don’t say a word, obey my commands
subjected you’re to my whims

And woos, your coos, and oohs followed by ahhs
Let’s make this Lovers Ditch Day, a pause for the cause

Of hope and change and peace and romance
beyond another four years I dream that it spans

Mmm, how supple, your thighs are so warm
I can’t think of a safer shelter from this mid-autumn storm

Let’s make it a long weekend, the rain we’ll celebrate
While it pours unabated, we’ll take pleasure in the wait . . . .