and filled
her plate
but she's totally insatiable
and didn't
hesitate
to whisper
breathlessly
in my ear
"Can we do it again,
right now,
my dear?"
Quite frankly
it's true
I'm out of breath.
How can something
so good
feel like death
and yet
she pushes her tongue
into my ear
with the plea
"Can we do it again,
right now, my dear?"
I am quivering,
beaten,
and quite a mess.
My lady
always wants more
instead of less.
I stagger
to the buffet table
one last time
and leave her behind
contemplating
this crime
of how a lady
can eat
like a bottomless pit
and still make me
look
like the greedy twit.
So I return
to her
with countless chicken balls.
This man is exhausted
and the next time
he crawls
when she utters those words
I now
fear
"Can we do it again,
right now,
my dear?"
**********************************************