Profligate Pussy

You come to bed late, crawl under the sheets,

You’re restlessly turning and kneading my feet,

I can’t help but wonder just where you have been

But I can’t ask you questions, or make a loud scene.

I’m pliantly yielding as you climb onto me,

You don’t ask for permission – you assume my body is free

for your pleasure, to do whatever you will,

(that you choose to come to me still gives me a thrill).

You never do stay long, a few hours at most,

Sometimes you’ve observed me with my breakfast tea and toast.

This morning you were up out the door before five,

You’ve never been able to let sleeping birds lie.

I watched as you silently stalked out the door,

And I hoped that tonight you would visit once more …