Surfeits

She’d show how much she loved me she said, but I’m not sure of the amount; forty seven different ways I think but I really nearly lost count. She ducked and she dived, she gyrated and she turned to show me every trick I think she’d ever learned. My heart it was pounding. I was in a state of shock. I think I was only saved by my old alarm clock. She leapt from the bed across to the chair swiftly getting dressed from her clothes piled there. She said she was sorry, she’d much rather stay with me but she just couldn’t be late to make her husband’s tea. She told me she loved me and just couldn’t wait until when she’d be back to show just how much again. I considered moving houses, then I thought just why? I may not survive our next encounter but what a pleasant a way to die