The Definition of a Good Wife
One who will wear a yellow jump suit whilst I wear a box on my back and we can pretend I’m Michaelangelo and I’m falling in love with April O’Neil and we have ourselves some interspecies erotica.
Hey up, cocker,
A Warm, Northern Greeting,
appreciate the intake of breath
time stands still and worlds collide
while stardust swirls, my hands are tied
My tongue is worn, but never too worn for you,
drop the pitch, slow the breath
And hear the gasp as you listen intently
scared of spilling a drop.
nothing more than the expulsion of air,
but sweeter than symphonies,
roaring, tuning up,