... "I love your poem – send me more!” you said,
Even though it urged you into my bed.

Or even the stairs or the kitchen floor
And then perhaps up against the fridge door!

Then whispering your name and holding you tight,
Asleep in my arms far into the night.

But a crucial point I’m eager to stress,
Even though I’d love to help you undress,

Is that my focus isn’t between your thighs
But somewhere behind your beautiful eyes. ...