do you remember
the night
when I crept to your room
and opened the door
and crawled on all fours
to the side of your bed
and lifted the quilt
that covered your
beautiful ass?
and gently i kissed it
full square on the cheek
and I hoped that you
would stay fast asleep
so that I could enjoy
a few moments of play
but you stirred
and you turned
and you opened your eyes
and you said
what the fuck?
in a really loud voice
which woke up
your husband
so I scampered away
and when in the morning
we met over tea
you asked me if I
was aware of my game
and I said
I had been
sooo drunk
last night
- true -
that I couldn’t remember
a thing that I’d done
and thank god
you believed me
although that’s not true
and now I remember it
I hope you do too
and imagine I did it
because I
fancied
you
which I do
still....
