‘Tell me of love’ She beseeched of me
As the night rolled on endlessly.
Never stopping she made her demands,
As I complied to her passionate commands.
This way, that way! I begged for a rest.
Have a smoke, catch a breath.
‘Take your time’ enticingly I cried.
It was not the truth. I had lied.
I wanted away. I wanted space.
I had not asked for such erotic pace.
I ached, my body wore weak.
I was in desperate need of refreshing sleep.
But not here, not in this bed,
There lay love and it filled me with dread.
I upped and left and heard the screech.
As a cry of love sought out me to reach.
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