Is this the place
You made your own
Is this the only option
That you were offered
Are your words worth more
Or are they more needy
Do you require silk or velvet
To remember more cushioned times
For mostly what we read from you
Are of good times, better times
Sensual times, sexual times
Music in the musk of love times
We neither ask, nor seek apology
For we too are fond of skin on skin
Of bare, sun-tanned bellies
Of thighs wantonly straddling thighs
Why would you not recreate such worlds
If that were in any way possible
Or, as is surely more likely in your case
The only pathway that one is able to follow
Yet one ought to be aware, to be beware
That in the giddiness, in the richness, of this
Famously, fabulously, hot summer, the inviting
Open breasted blouse comes at quite a price
