fonsex

I.

at half past midnight on Saturday,
you were grateful for my to-die-for long legs

and boobs which you claimed,
were tailored-fit for your palms alone.

II.

you said your apologies
because you moaned my name in vain

and that i ruled your thoughts---
in both heads, that is.

III.

half-asleep, i accepted the flattery
and saved some for my dreams

wet or otherwise.

IV.

but i told you, i cannot return the favor
for i do not usually go solo

mighty as my fingers may be
they're not half as good

as the snake
between your legs.