Those Days, Fridays

Rushing in from Memphis

I'd fumble with my key

And surprise! just inside

The door, blood lips, smoky

Raccoon eyes, You. 

From the rear, your favorite,

Snugly, we fit together.

Your little giggle, Baby

Bingo, Bingo, Bingo Baby.

Then, I came, pumping

My need deep into you.

Asserting my claim, again.

                        for R.