a night on the tiles

something in
Maureen stirred
whenever Malcolm
put down a word

he’d grunt and groan
as he planned his attack;
she secretly hoped
he’d peek at her rack

she put down ‘moist’
and things got quite hot
when he presented ‘rigid’,
having found her ‘g’ spot

and then, on a red square,
he slotted in ‘thighs
and she saw Malcolm’s tally
grow three times in size

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