Such Games
Such games they'd play
and it all mattered
not a fig
the bedroom romps
the bed making
just so to survive
the latest fashion
in the art
of making love
and she saying
let's try this
and him saying
if you like
and the handcuffs
and the little
weedy whip
and the nakedness
and oh
she'd say
let's pretend that I'm
the naughty one
and you're
the master
and he kept
a straight face
as best he could
and not let her see
he saw through
the sexual games
and that time
she'd had him
tied to the bed
and they heard
her parents' car
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poem by Terry Collett
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