Poetry Please

she used to recite poetry to me while making love cowgirl style chanting TS Elliott’s Macavity wearing nothing but a smile its hard to appreciate the words with breasts before your eyes and your body being gripped by soft warm controlling thighs when she started on the wasteland she would pick up speed and drive thundering out his words and i would brace to survive as she screamed to the climax like a banshee running wild until her face relaxed with almost the wonder of a happy happy child the gentle word of Daffoldils fluttering in their breezy weather brought a much kinder ending for us to gently share together so many years passed since then somehow we drifted apart but she and the poetry still hold a special place in my heart