Nights:
A jolly time we have in the meadows
This Saturday when the sun shines bright
Spring, to which we enjoy ourselves in light
I have been grateful that we are widows
After the promenade, lets take it to my place
After all, it was an exhausting venture
I just hope we do not get a censure
I can?t stand to loose such a beautiful face
I linger on the couch for a careful pause
As you put on a gown in such zeal
We go on all night like it was real
That bed was so soft, nothing like gauze
The passion
The ferocity
The crooning
The moaning
But the next morning, I found you missing
I went to look out the window, no car
But on the desk?
A note, a phone number, saying you weren?t far
May you come back after I go fishing?