Some say I’m a nympho
And that’s quite all right.
And hell yes! I do love it so!
But only one fills me with delight
He calls me his Triple A Pet
Anytime, anything, anyplace I can get
Soft as the murmuring breeze of a new day’s dawn
When the evening sun is about to set
An afternoon thunder shower should the mood spawn
Or perhaps during a midnight buffet
Going out commando on a dare
With nothing over my shape but a very short coat
Then sitting open in a park getting air
While he presses buttons on that special remote
Members of several airport’s Mile High
In the nose-bleeds, for a Knicks game at MSG
The feast at The Great Wall still bring me sighs
The weekend in the brink for the stunt at Wrigley
And I know it’s just not my predilection
Anytime – Anything – Anyplace
For he suffers from the same affliction
In limos, in cars, in buses, in trains
In a taxi during rush hour, against the door
I think we’ve hit every state except Maine
In a hotel picture window on the second floor
Swinging wildly with our motion
Re-enacting the latest porn
At Macy’s taste-testing lotion
And yes, that cob of corn
The times the reason how they vary
It’s not for food when we go for brunch
One crooks finger the other doesn’t tarry
At my office 3pm, because I needed to munch
Anytime, anything, anyplace that he can
I call him my Triple A Man
Manual, anal, oral, it doesn’t end
With but a moment’s loaf until recur
To each me he’s the perfect godsend
That doesn’t mind if you call him a satyr
Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 73 (September 20 – September 26, 2012)
triple A is a brand, what a smart metaphor.
Thanks, I think… 🙂
You’re so bad it’s good! I doubt you’re ever truly alone!
Thanks Charles, but sorry to disappoint. Alas, when it comes to that subject, there is no doubt that it’s really more in my head than in my reality.
LOL, fun read
Glad you enjoyed!